There you are old friend I can see your wings stretched out pushing crowded skies ........................................... Dim light of...
I think its important to look at the relationship we have with things, to me this forums is nothing but a thing that I enjoy, I have not...
The mountain always brings a serene Idea, I liked the simple images. I work the same way, bring the reader to your work the places that you truly...
I have a friend who seeks the relevance of hidden poetry Out amongst the people she serves in a coffee shop Desperately the dissatisfaction of her...
Yes, deer are wonderful creatures, suppose you should paint one or a herd of them, I like your paintings.
Bingo bango bro, your poems are well done, I enjoy there mystery.
In my deepest opinion after thinking about it for a while, I really don't see a problem with people posting multiple poems or keeping a thread...
These thoughts reflect alot of ideas of the tremendous suffering that occurs amongst young people. I was curious of those are your paintings.
I felt like I was in a trailor park.
Young tree roots cling to the edge of a barren stump life perpetuates through death foliage goes from green to shade to silhouette as I hitch...
(this poem can be for you ashtonsmom, you can read more of my poetry on this website, www.exiledpoets.bravehost.com, my work is under redhawk) I...
sounds of piano so delicate I could possibly cry a mediation of my heart where there is nothing but memories of the people I love I could laugh at...
bRILLIANT!!! yOU are a wonderful writer.
I walked to the side of a small pond To fill a bucket of water Instead I stood still and listend To its endless movement Waterfall
Keep the title its perfect, I like the metaphors.
murder of crows pressed against the back of my mind how they moved in the rain one landed on the van, we could hear his feet scrap like tap...
There is a stand of trees Sitting innocently within the forest, Foliage drifts lifeless to the floor Rain pelts the green backs of ferns This will...
Clouds brought with them a cold breeze, rain! There was no shade to play under Walking through the drizzle Like nothing out of the ordinary I feel...
My feet are wet from stepping in a puddle I could not see, because the drive way is dark shrouded by woods and the thick smell of moss I walk,...
Precious. had the feeling of story telling. I enjoyed it very much, thank you.
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