Poems from abbyrea181
Dots like little stabbing rays
show me evil light of day.
Broke down crosses on the road
in their solemn graves abode.
Quintessential rays...
When I went as far as I could limp,
I fell into his arms.
He didn't catch me quite at all--
but tried to win with charm.
When I ran as fast...
Poetry is happiness served upon delicate glassware,
with danger of gravity
Poetry is a cup full of hot coffee--
when it runs over--
you...
I shall write upon high
upon the calvary of words I fly
They arm me with the words of power- strength- glory for this year and many years...