Poems from TheOriginalMD
We the people the steeple of our country, that we hold so dear,
do salute and sing to this tune even though we do not hear
the pleas of ...
Oh America the beautiful land that was here long before us was stolen, and the treachery of our foundation was made on the bones of the...
No need for alarm when the sun is present
My energies are replenished as I drink its golden dew
the smell of a new day arises
awakening the...
what is a poem? Can you define? I can't seem to find a line or verse that tells me what poems are made up of.
A poem is so vast and deep...