I'm a morning person, I have been all my life, but there are times when I do want just five more minutes in bed.
What is wrong with me? I now the root of it is fear, which turns to insecurity. I hate it. I have to get past it somehow.
This poem pretty much sums up how it is for me. I write and write but very few people see it. After a while I begin to wonder if any of it makes any sense.
This writer has been very foolish at times during his long life. Did he learn anything from his foolishness though? Did he grow wiser from his mistakes? He became wise in some ways, but his basic underlying foolishness remains. He has never been able to lift himself far from this ...
This is a fictional poem about a man sitting in a diner enjoying coffee, pie and thinking about life.
A poem about noticing the little things and not letting the bigger things get to you.
This is a poem about silence. If we seek silence like we seek other things, might we then actually drive it away from us? Perhaps our seeking creates some noise? I hope my poem says something to you. Amongst its noisy words, there just might be a moment of silence, or two, for y...
I have decided to changed some small neaunces to my poetry. Hope you enjoy the changes/
A poem about unfulfilled hopes and dreams. Goals that never were acheived and forever forgotten.
I sit thinking. Let's write a poem. Show what I can do. Excite the reader....