Some of these poems are quite old. I am now older a little wiser (I should think) and even more self critical but poetry is self expression so I'll continue to read and write it If you have something you think I'd like PM me and I'll read and comment/rate it. |
Do you not speak for lack of words?
Or because you have too many...
A bandit man,
A hundred years ago...
I will hurt.
I will need...
I will hurt.
I will need...
A bandit man,
A hundred years ago...
She stands a'front the alter
His pale pallor of bride...
How deep goes the rabbit-hole?
The chasm of my soul...
Outside a swirling tempest
Fills the morning sky...
I see no sweetness in this, |