Maybe I should write a poem or start a book.
I write a line then forget the hook.
I don't know what to tag,
And maybe I'll make someone mad, or shook.
What lines should I use? Rhyming?
Should I stop someone's crying?
Look,
I'm not very good at this, just have a creative mind.
Give me some coffee and let me grind,
Over the fact I'm losing it.
Haywire, coo cooing, knit
Together these lines
until the fibers are thin, fine.
Binding my words into little cocoons.
For the moths to fly into the moons,
Light shining like the distant sun,
Glimmering down, being of one.
Flowers pollen, glitter, dust.
Swirling around, alluring musk.
Blowing breeze, empty, brain dead, mind gone.
Shifting trees, freezing, picking up, sun rises, burning dawn.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
