Poems from dcpomichter
Words.Words.Words.Words.
All around us. Inside us. About us.
Biography. Why me? Because the words flow.
An Animal fights and claws at the...
But I love him.
Of course I do. I love him more than the world.
But that isn't real love. No. My love is just a phase.
A test of my parents...
Poetry is a wild creature. Like a bird in flight or a beast on the prowl.
It does not answer for its words. Nor does it answer the...
Life is freedom, life is choice, or so we're always told.
Life is choosing right from wrong, From being young to being old.
Life is love,...