Poems from bestbet
It shimmers like the glint of Luna on the waters. an august force, a replenishing gale, a providing rain. It spoke to me in prose unfailing...
the ritualistic days come cursivemind's boosted and reflectivebut there's no parody in this pensivedreamwaste the seconds while you...
A story a starving child told me of...Left to charm away at the dumps of the roadsWhat these roads lead to, her puerile looks do not...
I sensed the rise and fall of the slumber upon him in the gloom Through dark sights I did gaze and grace the outlines that would soon Bring...
Stranger, invitation-only
Not one’s gone out, not one’s received
My friend, invitations are lonely
Not one’s full-filled, none achieved...