Poems from ss14959
Pattern of posies, dotted yellow and gold Scattered on cloth with harrowed threads And emerald laces. The empty panes covered with boards ...
When my tongue fails to speak,
And my eyes cease to paint,
I turn to poetry.
And my world is written
In comfortable eloquence.
hmm. dumb diddy dumb.
i love rum.
i suck my thumb.
and I just suck.
and I call this... poetry.
Seriously?
The poets on this website...
You tell me who to be, and then refuse to walk
Along the beaten path you carved for me.
I stumble along rocks, and smell each blooming...
Regal of no court but one of
Malintent and lack of virtue
Objected only by the
Filaments of smoke and singular peoples
Devotedly seeking...