Poetry
Poetry · 05. November 2023
By Gideon Toler I dreamed to be a painter, And I really loved to paint But I was not so very good At trying to be something I ain't. So, when I met Collage, I don't know what to be, 'Cause these people were Goin' 'bout maki'n fun 'O me But I got a job, And a real good one, too, I went to be an assistant, For a painter named Fhoo Now, Fhooy, my man, He made up this game, He says it's called 'painty' Uh, huh, that's the name.
Poetry · 22. May 2023
Freelance poet Gideon Toler's Tree is a beautiful poem that allows readers to experience the serenity of a small part of nature for a moment.
Poetry · 14. April 2023
By Casey Costello Exhaustion is A river that will drown me A force that will pull me under its control A shadow always lurking behind me A toll everyone must pay It used to be different I used to be free Exhaustion didn’t follow me I was in the sun Not the dark But my days are full I don’t have time to be in the sun There is lots expected from me That I can’t give And when I do have time It’s spent waiting Waiting for a time when I can see them more Because we’ve been separated And it...
Poetry · 03. March 2023
By Gideon Toler Rustling branches, Lifting blue jays off their feet; Rocking up and down Waves filling ev'ry street. Swirling all around, Making climates rise. Mad, sucking grey hole, A black funnel of great size. Destroying cities, Raising houses off the ground; Escalating more, Not a body to be found.
Poetry · 03. February 2023
By Gideon Toler Gliding through the streets, As they smile in the shadows. Screeching 'neath the floorboards, As they dream of hateful hallows. Peeking out from under things, Then hiding back away. Playing with the darkness, Illusions that make you stray. Creeping up your back And pulling at your hair. Hiding under the bed, Dissolving into air. Trav'ling through the vents, And popping all the bulbs. My sister ain't that sneaky, I guess it's just the ghouls.