Poetry Blogs (2019, rhyme poetry)
The Aftermath
Building brick walls
to climb
and pretend to fall
cutting short a lifetime
Bricks I haul
covered in grime
pushing back the urge to bawl
at the memories of war crimes.
I smile at passerbys
and give an enuthastic wave
pretending to not be shattered by
the man who dug my grave.
I'd rather see
the expected conclave
between myself and the galaxy
...Friday 3rd May 2019 3:57 am
I Break Everything I Touch
I break everything I touch; At first seemingly simple- But soon too much, For my games are so nimble. My feelings out of reach- always too far to touch. And not made known through speech; I am an observer- I keep my distance; I am not a conformer- And at times lack resistance. I speak my words carefully, I am a reformer- And I shall go about it tastefully, Though always be straig...
Friday 25th April 2014 4:27 pm
We Can Escape
The photo is the poem, and it is called we can escape. It is about love and adventure.
Friday 25th April 2014 4:09 pm
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