A very wicked, deceitful man, With a silver tongue, he made his plan. He spoke in lies, and wore a smile, But deep inside, he’d hurt awhile.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months ago in Poets
Inspiration can be a double edged sword, a comforting companion to an absent acquaintance. - It can be a tidal wave of promising passion,
By Alexander Stoddart2 months ago in Poets
My dad was a Coal Miner, a Coal Miner at Bold Coal dust killed him off long before he got old He had been down the pit from 14 years old
His Ashes Went Down The Toilet She waited until the house was quiet at last, no footsteps, no temper turning in the hall.
When War Has Ceased, Bring Peace To My Heart When war has ceased and the last cry falls silent, Let the earth loosen the smoke from her weary breath.
I felt a funny feeling last week - I thought it was gas!? I felt a funny feeling when I went to the store to purchase the realest thing possible !?
By 365poetry2 months ago in Poets
A Soldier He Served His Time In Bombay 1939 My uncle fought in Bombay 1939, when the world was breaking not behind a desk
No Glory in the Trenches Mud to their knees and worse inside, they crouched beneath a gunmetal sky. Rats knew their names. They came at night,
This is what I like - I like this, this "particularly" I like - why can't I get this !? Why can't I get this "particular" thing to make sure I continue!
I cannot have any children - Happy Valentine's! I cannot have intercourse - Happy Valentine's ! I cannot have any person care for me - - Happy Valentine's !
The Pigeon Who Wore The City He stands upon the worn stone ledge, broad chested and calm in his bearing. Neck lit with green and deep violet fire,
Under This Quiet Moon Beneath a silver crescent moon, Where mountains guard the night, Your hand found mine in silence, And everything felt right.
