Not good at poetry. |
A meek and humble fisherman,
Silently he lay...
These hands I see are long and thin
Soft yet firm with silken skin...
A game or two of chess ago
I sat across a worthy foe...
Has been a while, my long lost friend.
I've missed you greatly. Where have you been...
Tell me silent space
about this deep blue screen...
My young one, my princess, my baby, my girl.
I'm writing this letter for two...
A Limerick is based on five lines,
and if you do so, you'll be fine...
Spade and feathered wings
the humming bird sings...
Jaunty? Such one as you laughing?
Where do you find the courage for such a thing...
The greatest lies told |
Desperation leads to Condemnation |