Poems from natalie196
To write, or to not write this poem—
That is the question.
Whether it is honorable to do so,
And gain class credits and more;
Or to not,...
She glared at the sky in wonder,
Feet in the glossy emerald grass,
A powerful wind did gale—
All was okay,
But the sun would soon fail.
...
Rushing water
And steep foot falls,
Writhing vines lead the way down the mud caked path.
Dragon flies—the size of panthers,
Flit around the...
Bob Dylan in a crowded subway somewhere underneath MacDougal Street—near 3rd avenue;
Someone’s gotta feed the culture and the masses their...
Gotta beat the mean,
You gotta apply,
You gotta beat the average.
They throw chalk at your soul and hope the dust leaves you...