Poem of the day 4-19
Fall in a hallow, to follow the shadow of the shallow breath that haunts the one hunted in the night.
Poem of the Day 4-17
Dream Reel Dreams can be real like nightmares, sometimes the two trade places. Some people dream only at night, while others, do it all day long, but at night, does the dream come true? Or turn to real life fear? A daymare could happen to anyone who believes in dreams that come true, in the day, night or reality that is what we live.
Poem of the day 4/11 and 4/12
My tea is mighty when it punches me with flavors and zing. Your anus is Uranus, a true destination happily unknown. Their is the air in which all others breathe. We see is the wee sea in our hearts full of love.
Poem of the day 4-9 and 4-10
Passion, falls when green eyes take over the sight. The darkness has covered a once bright beautiful pasture of emotions.
Poem of the day 4/7/12
Happiness can be a tear on a cheek, or mile long grin. Sadness can be looking into the eyes of a love, or wallowing in a sea of tears. Anger can be squeezing so tight, or letting go so emotionally. We emote, the way we feel. We feel the way we emote.
Poem of the day 4/6/12
Forgot The beat For a split Second, Time divides, And multiplying sighs, Treble, bass Trembling Sing-song voice Of the hour, Fly by, Step by step, Do not blink And let the eyes Flutter the rhyme.
Poem of the day 4/5/12
My Little Day Every Little Day Love Every Day
Poem of the day
Stars and Stuff Empires rise up, never a chance to get a strike at the alley of our choice, but instead we go home and cook leeks in woks and jab the strawberries with the wok, like an i before e, except after the c situation, of nostalgia, of the dark, rebels collide in this idea to form a path to the sky, walkers of the day.
National Poetry Month!
As a poet, I should be doing this. Poem a day, eh? Well, a few days late in the game, but here goes: Shrill the Twill of Light If we are to learn to embrace the dark with the light, then it is critical we welcome the night, for its lightly hues and dark hollow sky, with the sparks that are apparent written deep into it, oh so high. The double meaning of swallowed sounds can be what happens when...