Ideas may run out
Then I will have naught to write
String together words
-- Gattman (Votes: 30)  |
half-inch piece of chalk
sitting unused in the tray
never used again
-- Voidious (Votes: 25) |
serving me all day,
constantly rubbing my hand:
my spiral notebook.
-- Voidious (Votes: 32) |
bottle of Purell
brings memories of summer...
chilly air tonight.
-- Voidious (Votes: 20) |
like a waterfall,
the yang breath just pushes on...
even in autumn!
-- Voidious (Votes: 28) |
Through the mall I run,
Firing off my Machine gun,
People think Im nuts!
-- =DeStRoY= (Votes: 21) |
ghost of the flame
wreathing around
the now cool wick
-- arpeggio (Votes: 23) |
My cat queen
motion poet
velvet pads
-- Thomas C Carman (Votes: 31) |
awakened again,
the first work day of the year...
sleeping white kitty
-- Voidious (Votes: 27) |
Hanging on the rope-
lost among the old clothes
the moon's kimono
-- Vasile Moldovan (Votes: 31) |
After the northe wind
broken in the same drama
lie people and tree
-- Serban Codrin (Votes: 20) |
Snowstorm in the field-
from the fear, over the long night,
my hair become white
-- Serban Codrin (Votes: 21) |
Love is lost
Snow falls
It's all the same
-- Drew Gunn (Votes: 18) |
The feeling ends
I don't know why
Spring returns
-- Drew Gunn (Votes: 16) |
I don't understand
I can't reason with it
And I never will
-- Drew Gunn (Votes: 19) |
My writing flows
As my heart pours
My spirit soars free
-- Drew Gunn (Votes: 16) |
As the seasons change
Love is lost
What can be done
-- Drew Gunn (Votes: 18) |
I will go on
Alone but not
Friends are with me
-- Drew Gunn (Votes: 18) |
