They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I don’t know where to start. Maybe I wanna be yours will break the ice. I know you like honesty. I really don't believe in bullshitting. So I'm just going to get right to the point. Now that we've cleared up how you feel about me, (you like like me). I'm going to one up you; because I love you so.
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
When this tasty snack calls my name I gotta show up. I eat a million and one of them before I start to throw up. That might not happen. Worse case? I just blow up.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
If this snack was a drug I’d have to take a hit. Life just ain’t life for me without a jar of potato sticks. Trust and believe when I get em, I’ve got em’.
“Is your tongue blue or green?” The kids in my neighborhood would scream. It often looked like mush. I shared one with my first crush.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Poets
Remembering fondly from childhood over and over. The pillowy softness and toasted sweet cover. Those flecks of coconut slivers with the nutty flavor.
By Suzanne Allen 2 years ago in Poets
In the era of childhood dreams where memories brightly gleam There dwells a snack, a treasure bold in the stories we still hold.
By Scott C Lillard2 years ago in Poets
Butter me up and sandwich me with love We may have no money, but fun we must Find joy in simple, for the boy I am Making food from hand as good as one can
By Simon George2 years ago in Poets
In hush of my childhood kitchen, Where sunlight danced on linoleum tiles, I found solace in a simple creation, A sandwich that sparked wide smiles.
By Omobolanle Olaniyan2 years ago in Poets
it was a simple solution designed to keep us sated while we impatiently waited for the lunchtime feast it was a simple concoction
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
In the hushed chambers of thought's abode, Where intellects wander and knowledge is sowed, There dwelled a mind, in brilliance arrayed,
By Yashu2 years ago in Poets
Upon coming to know of your oxymoronic existence, My brain drowned in a sea of disbelief. You were chasing my trust, I could foresee
By Neil Marathe2 years ago in Poets
