Poems from madi.alger3
Today, when I
leave school and walk home to my
house, I will see mommy
and dad.
And I’ll sing to them. Because I know
my ABC’s.
My...
Softly how she cries alone
moaning in her hollow tone
weeping on her silky strings
beckoning what morning brings.
Moaning in her hollow...
Andy's point of view
Not Alive
because I’m
without you
stuck in my own world.
Tucked under the bed
our matching boots.
In the room with...
Dried fronds
dance in the wind.
Sand scatters
in tiny ripples,
waltzing to the heartbeat
of the ocean.
Seafoam stretches
for the fixed...
The sun rose again, for the sixth time.
It illuminated the barren landscape
of orange dirt
and bronze sand
as far as He could see.
Sun...