Poems from groovedwarepeople
Age old and weary and not yet twenty-one
He no longer flinched at the crump of the guns
A blooded veteran of battles won and lost
Tortured...
“You idiot” … that’s what you said, not that long ago
I agreed, you picked it, but for not the reasons you know
Your two little words did...
Regret, … such a sad word
Creates tears
Creates fears
But, … a word often heard
What does it really mean?
Implies a bad wrong
Implies a...
We all build walls around us
to keep some in, and some out
but really, why make such a fuss
We’re all one I want to shout
Borders are...
On golden bough he once sat astride
That leafen face, green dark-eyed
Midwinter sprites once danced in white
Pending return of the warming...