Poems from Poetry_Writer
How can it be, how can this be
That the year is finally done
Here we sit and here we stand
Having thusly gone and thusly won
Although the...
The grout is dirty,
But I have no mop to clean it.
No broom to sweep with.
The sun shines in,
Bleaching the earthy stone.
We had a flood...
I open my eyes
Where once the stars did dance
In the dark of the night
Thou leave nothing to chance
I loll my fingers ‘round
Into a tight...
The petal was on fire
The stem was on fire
The water was on fire
The vase was on fire
The book caught fire
The case caught fire
The...
The tune in my head
Heavier than lead
Weighing down my soul
Spiraling out of my control
No ceasing in sight
No cure for this blight
Just...