I think poetry is a very personal thing and means different things to different People. I write poetry to be creative. It let's me laugh, cry and go of with the fairys.
Tick The hand of time lays,life feeble As the shining turns to dust The tick of time feasts,unsated Stealing for self desire Silent in it's deceiving Quiet,as a fattening leech
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Poem of a moment (08/12/2017)
Leaving Ambiguity (05/12/2017)
beautiful grave (01/12/2017)
to be a lamb (27/11/2017)
A girl called intensity (22/11/2017)
Monochrome Secret (15/11/2017)
Death of Belief (12/11/2017)
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