I was as big as chicken with feathers, you see. But I'd rather be chasing small lizards with glee. I could run really fast and had laser-sharp eyes
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
Within the depths of darkness, where secrets lie, Dwells a force that can turn paradise into a cursed sky. A potent force, a blade with two edges,
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
In solitude, where whispers dwell, I find a tale I yearn to tell. Not of knights or maidens fair, But of a love that’s always there.
By Dhiya Vetri 2 years ago in Poets
We are dinosaurs. Way before the mammals roamed the earth, we were the kings and queens who owned the earth. We are dinosaurs. They still dig through the soil just to give us a look. Researching the facts about us in the history books.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
In lands of ancient, lost to time's embrace, Where shadows dance in Earth's forgotten space, A creature roamed, majestic and grand,
By Sam Hudgins2 years ago in Poets
Deep beneith the waters breath, a sword so great and holy doth sleep, and holding its handle a mighty king just and true, rests with it.
By Shelby R Perez2 years ago in Poets
Oh, pterodactyl on the wing, To see you soar makes my heart sing. Though not a dinosaur as such, Your graceful form I love so much.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
Large and long, the sauropod emperor of a bygone continent reigned peacefully. He was born when giants ruled and trees filled the planet.
Every night when the sun goes down and the Midsommar celebrations end, a terrible dream tore through Sweden's peace. The sky is painted a golden color, and the weather is great.
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
In ancient Kusumapura’s embrace, A mind ablaze with celestial grace. A poet of numbers, a sage profound, Aryabhata’s legacy forever unbound.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
