Poems from mando1300
Have you ever heard?
The trees speak in the summer.
How do they whisper?
I am a ship
Floating along
Mid rough, impetuous waves.
Will I be sunk?
Pulled down below?
Reduced to pitiful staves?
I am a ship
Lost in...
The mirror cracks
with broken glass
unable to hold
the lies that are told
everything plastic
thought as attractive
the soulless has worth...
Bus seats coldChildren glanceAllison carries the worldNo lunch todayShe sighs.Allison carries the world.Small handsNeed kissesNot...
Have you ever a thought
that you cannot express?
One that hung around
and let you no rest?
You know it is good,
perhaps genius, too.
But...