Poems from FairLittleRock
I am a prince, born into a luxurious home,
I grew up to know what it’s like
To be a full-blooded royal, it’s a hard life to dislike.
It...
We are asked "why do we write?"
We even ask ourselves and think about it at night.
Poetry, what is that? Something to be heard?
Yes, but it...
Tick-tock now, hurry up and go!
The gears of this clocksmith don’t grind themselves you know.
Is your beat good? How are your hands?
Are in...