Poems from witheyeswidetotheworld
Eyes shining like the yellow moon,you looked.
Head out the car window,ears rolled back by the wind,like curtains that wouldn’t stay tied...
The barista cries,
One skim milk, vanilla latte,
with a double shot of social injustice!
My hands wrap around a steaming cup of
a...
A teacher once offered me a proverb:
The purpose of a teacup lies in the empty space.
I think that gives too little credit to my teacup....
Everything comes in good time,
and time is money,
so does good time cost more?
You pay
upfront for your toxic...
I missed your white pine arms
wrapped softly around my blue water torso,
fingers like roots pressing into my soil...