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Just Poetry: Part One
JUST POETRY Copyright 2017 This volume of poetry full of childhood memories that I wanted to share in verse. There is also a lot of poems that are just random thoughts and some that were meant as greeting cards, maybe. This is the first part of three. Each part of ten poems.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Poets
Lullaby Moon
Child, please You whisper so loudly You could tell your secrets To the moon And he would answer you back With the roaring tides
By C. Carlson6 months ago in Poets
The Murder of daughter by their jealous son
The Murder of daughter by their jealous son She never cried in front of them just folded towels with trembling hands kept her voice polite and low
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Wicked Poison Child
The Wicked Poison Child She danced in corners no one dared, with spider thoughts and viper stares, her lullabies could split a skull
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
No Going Back for Us. Poem 3
No Going Back for Us You don’t reply and I don’t blame you I left, said it like a promise as if better waited round the bend
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Grass Just Was Not Greener poem 2
The Grass Just Was Not Greener He spoke like summer, smooth and warm promised me no coming storm said he never broke a vow
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
By the Time You Realise I am gone Poem 1
By the Time You Realise I am gone By the time you realise I am gone the kettle will cool on the stove my scent will linger for a while
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Orange of My Wildness
I was born with unopened eyes, skin striped black with shadows of my ancestry, a roar that resonates in my bones calls me to the water,
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
The Lost, the Lonely, and The Living
The Lost, the Lonely, and The Living They walk in raincoats under sun heads down, eyes on paving stones no hand to hold, no need to run
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Chef Made Human Soup
The Chef Made Human Soup The bell above the café rang no one noticed what she sang a lullaby with sharpened notes while smiling wide and taking coats
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Scrolling on.....
Good afternoon, and after browsing the internet for a little while I had a flash of an idea. What is the one thing we all kind of do from time to time while waiting and heaven forbid just wasting some time. What do we do? We scroll.
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Poets
The Chromatic Uprising
A dear friend once told me that my true colors chew through canvases and lick the sky. I bled blue once, not metaphorically, but literally,
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets