Stripes on the Surface Nothing much but a light breeze Moving across slowly but surely One place to another
By Christopher Beard3 months ago in Poets
No Money I had no money It wasn't funny Felt a bit crummy At least it was sunny Might even go for a run Hope I am not done
Love is expensive Always amazing So beautiful Never ugly Better between the two Always true Always lovely
It has no fear As time goes on it becomes clear The wind determines where it will steer To the left or right it may veer
My Old Town I went down for a look around But nothing could be found Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder and I looked around
Murdering Cheese It wasn't with ease Nor was it to please At any time it could make you sneeze Moved by the slightest breeze
I was never there I thought it was unfair Caught in their lair So many evil stares From places they came I did not know where
Broken Letters Putting pen to paper Nothing connecting Everything seems to be dissecting I needed a better direction
Black sugar Sweet stuff But never enough Great in a cup Even on top Has it's place Always great Nothing white
Shimmering Light Through the cracks it sneaks Scary are the creaks Just taking a peek Seemed out of reach Wasn't sure how there could be a breach
On the street Just wanted somewhere to sleep Needed to be discreet It was a bit cold in the sleet Couldn't even find a seat
Rejection Letters I thought it would get better Kept sending them in But things were looking dim That is the nature of these things
