Poems about Politics
Morose insomnia jealous of the Sun's light where shall I place you?
Hey Mr., are you enjoying the football game on your flat screen
If a poem had ears, What would it hear?
Rora wakes up to the sound of Monday morning news, except, she doesn’t know what it’s talking about:
Broken City Broken Dreams Broken Promises What does this mean?
Back in 1862, there once was kingdom. This sounds like a typical fairytale, so for introductions, you don't need one.
1. Blue was probably the happiest girl I knew in my lifetime… 2. Blue children never make orange love.