It attracts all Not sure if it is a ball Everything seems to heed it's call Never seems to appall It collects them all
By Christopher Beard12 days ago in Poets
The breeze blows Allowing for the flow Neither this way or that The wind moves in the direction it pleases The brisk breeze plays in the way it wants
By Christopher Beard17 days ago in Poets
Some just come to play You don't have to pay Especially on a sunny day Might be a different story when it is grey
It seemed like something odd Wasn't sure if we could get even Maybe it was something a bit weird We weren't sure if it would ever be cleared
It was in the darkness hiding This was the new situation I was finding Seemed like this would be forever binding
It shouldn't be the case But you would understand if you knew the place It will drive you crazy at this pace
Couldn't see anything Sitting in the morning Feeling that the air was so crisp It was something that was hard to resist
By Christopher Beard22 days ago in Poets
Thought I was going insane Looks like it is going to rain I know it is a pain Hopefully all this won't be in vain
By Christopher Beard26 days ago in Poets
I had a thought the other day Originally I planned on coming here to stay Now I am not sure if I need to go somewhere else to play
Will I ever write again? As I sit here with pen Wondering if I am condemned Contemplating where this might end Hoping some thoughts will cresend
If you wander around you probably won't hear a sound It might be something underground It could certainly be profound
By Christopher Beard28 days ago in Poets
Stripes on the Surface Nothing much but a light breeze Moving across slowly but surely One place to another
By Christopher Beardabout a month ago in Poets
