Poems from emmanpeterson
I looked out my window
On a dark April evening
And my heart lifted up.
One
Yellow
Pansy
Had bloomed,
Had pushed through the dirt...
Every day has two mornings
One with the sun
Where beams kiss your cheek
And you’re off on the run
And one with time
Where it’s the...
It is a cliche
But nonetheless a truth
That I like
Long walks on the beach.
Walking is heaven but running is hell
On a beach
Feet...
The day I blossomed from my mother's womb
I had two blue eyes, ten pudgy fingers, ten tiny toes,
And 300 bones.
But as I’ve grown up, day...
I hesitateTo admit that I tend to put things off until they absolutely must be dealt with
I was born here.I’ve moved between...