Poems from timodwyer1
Someone who plays around with different themes.
From Mythology to Sports teams.
Not one to pass on a good idea.
From Ireland to South Korea.
Here comes a poet not so grand
But here I am, pen in hand.
Take my work as it be
If you like, comment me.
Six days a week, what can I say?
Four to work and two for play?
Three Hundred and thirteen days a year might be bad luck
But don't be...
A thousand blades glimmer in the moonlit night
Scattered around a drenched field
Handles tinted crimson from the fight
Many broken in...
Pigs fly
Fat ladies sigh
Dogs meow and cats bark
Oh, and the sun's dark.
I once knew a Jerry
We met once long, long ago
In a field of Cynthia and berry
It was spring but with winter’s blow.
The air was crisp as...
What can I say
To make you display
A passion for Poetry
The linguistic Geometry
I can read you tale
That could leave you pale
Or cite a...