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.
A warm summer day built to the past.
Rising mist, lifting air and whistling sounds.
Days at school not to hold the last?
No heavy breathing...
I am sitting in class
Looking forward at the teacher
From the corner of my eye
He is sitting there
Staring on at us, not saying a word
He...
Andy and George were two young boys
Stuck in a class with no toys.
Bored and ready to go
The time was ticking way too slow.
Reaching...
Cascading inward cutting amble down across sticks
Into the blacked, moonlit night
Creating an orchestra throughout the forests from...
Water from the sky
Falling like tears from an infant’s eye
Multitude of tiny drops
Watering many farmers’ crops
Rain is destruction
With...