Poems from ryannk
She puts the coffee cup to her lips
And breathes deeply in the earthy scent
The steam circling her chin
And fogging her glasses
As she...
The sun beats down
Hot on her pale neck
As she pauses and brushes away
A single droplet of sweat
Not a cloud to be seen
Nor a breeze to be...
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Are the standards of today a consensus?
Does everyone really agree as to
What's out and what's in...
You knew why the caged bird sings.
Your words whispered to me
From pages written in ink
But made with blood.
You told me
It's not...
The tulips
--Red Yellow Purple White--
Raise sleepy heads
Above their bed of grass
As they nod softly
Still on the cusp of sleep
The...