by RossYoung | May 21, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Poetry
The crying tree I was little when I asked granddad why the blossoms fall. He rubbed one petal with his fingers and thumb. They are tears. She’s crying. You see? Why is she crying? He said she watches me every day. She knows her time with us is coming to an end. I...
by RossYoung | May 20, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Poetry
Peeling spuds with his back turned. Hunched. Head lowered. Hands shaking, unsteady, the peeler slips. Water splashes across his knitted jumper which hangs off him like a weeping silver birch. He curses at the potato peeler, he curses at his son sat behind. Finally, he...
by RossYoung | Apr 4, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Poetry
You Only Have Them For Such A Short Time By Ross Young @WritingRocks_17 They run into the classroom and come to me with sheer delight. They hold it up and say ‘here you go’. A beautifully intricate daisy chain made just for me. I take them carefully in my hands and...
by Puppy_Potter | Jun 13, 2019 | Animals, Poetry
Looking into the eyes of a puppy It makes me feel so happy Knowing it’s mine Filled with enough love for my whole lifetime The dogs who survived the Titanic They could survive all things oceanic Two Pomeranians and a Pekingese I bet they survived with great...
by KittenLover1 | May 23, 2019 | Animals, Poetry
My Cat Poem My cat is Viggo He is ginger He is mine He is cute You can not have him I won’t let you steal him He is mine He is cute He is fluffy He thinks my bed is his He is my...
by SmokeyRANDOMISER | May 23, 2019 | Poetry
Jamie could hoist, His brother could joist, His sister had an easel, His mother had the measles, His dad had pyjamas, And a lot of llamas, He had a friend called Miranda, They walked on the veranda, They had a bungalow, And a elephant called Jumbalow! ...
