Any home-grown poets in the house?

[MoseyWalker]

I have no music taking me
from here to there
for now

I have no ones words waking me
from there to here
for now

I am listening
I am listening

to

you?

[Lyric]

1. Composed on the spot

The autumn morning
lifts the dark;
sunlight like weak
golden wine adorns
the knurly apple bark
and naked ivy vines.

Just a description of the view outside my window. I miss the green of summer, though. *sigh*

[wildhorses]

2. listening to you

i hear
the sound
of my heart
breaking

words shouted
telepathically
from this
nightmare

i am waking...


:wtf:

where did that come from--

i fear for my own weirdness sometimes

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear MoseyWalker.......

I dabble now and then...Here's a recent one:

There is death here

They say you carry the seeds of your death

Inside you

I’ve just caught a glimpse of mine

A small piece of my heart

Just rolled over

And died.

And

Funny thing


I have no tears for it


Not yet anyway………



I like yours a lot, BTW...


:hug: