Poems from poet-guy123
I have no friends or family and have been in and out of depression and homelessness for the past 3 years.
Betwixt mine thighs lie globes. Bringers of life and bringers of strife. Solid? Nay, Squishy. Abash if I felt them, less man without them...
Twirl and twisted, furled her lips did. Brushed her kiss did, love placed, misdid. But now I long for her kiss. Meek I wrought a rose, my...
March… I miss you. But as time does, it marched on. And as I have learnt wading though marsh, saturated in sadness, slicked with self...