Poetry Tag

Captain Hook, he climbed the deck, Lookin’ for Smee, to give him heck. His eyes, they blazed, all full of fire. The poor old sot, his fate was dire. “Listen here, you scallywag!” “Bare the masts and fly the flag!” “But, Cap’n”, says he “What is the matter?” ...

My hand’s all numbers so what the heck? I drew a card from atop the deck, My palms were wet and my cheeks a-fire A chip and a chair with stakes ne’er higher. My fortunes rose and I watched ‘em fall, As the ‘Old Man...

Three great days in March Fourteen, Sixteen, Seventeen Pi, John and Patrick Photo by Internet Archive Book Images...

If you go down in the woods today, you’re sure of a big surprise. If you go down in the woods today, you’d better go in disguise. ‘Cause me and Pete play hide-and-seek, happy and fancy-free. ‘Twas lucky I found, near the ground, a cool and...

Sour pickles that make me pucker, I like to torture some poor sucker. Tell them sweet! It’s just one gherkin. It’s fun to trick, but mind your smirkin’! Photo by Waldo Jaquith...

I tried, I tried, with all my might, To get the toy, I’d have to fight. Through shopping hoards, it was in my sight. I clambered over, jumped and took flight. I knocked over puzzles under the Blue Light, The objective was clear, it burned so...

I watched the sun set and the moon rise, As we flew, high in the skies. The clouds below, so milky white, Hills and valleys, an epic sight. But, behold, the dark, it creeps ever in, The blanket of night will gain the win. Violet above...

thunderous dark skies running through the autumn grass into the dark wood I am the hunted. He does not stop, will not stop. I hear my name above the building storm. He’s coming. I climb an ancient tree. It is warm. I draw from its strength...

I wandered through the county fair, With plenty of coin and time to spare. Carnies barking to and fro, ‘Spin the wheel’ and ‘enjoy the show.’ Neither bearded ladies nor muscle men, No golden goose, no ribboned hen. Not magic tricks with hands so sly. Nothing...

Murderer! Murderer! I thought I would ne’er hear that word. But to my woe, you now bestow that label — many times have I heard. Now this is the day that I must pay for an act upon the mercilessly slain. It is sublime for...