Bruno Boy A black and white staffy He will make you so happy He loves to take his nap Sometimes he might even rap
By Christopher Beard3 months ago in Poets
Black Rose Black is beautiful But even if you chose such prose I do suppose that you might be one that knows
Plural I’m plural Not in your rural But just not singular Nor from the peninsula Won’t get in an inch of ya’
In a Second What will you be doing in second? Give me a second and I will tell you Or maybe I can tell you what you were doing a second ago
Dessert in the desert Didn't know when to leave Could have been something up their sleeve I wanted to order something please
The Soud of Silence Listening but there is no noise No sound at all The space is empty They scream but there is no response
Conspiracy Not something that you can see Lots of people disagree They might even argue about a tree They never can agree
Broken Mirror Dark and nothing to see It was smiling But I wasn't looking Not sure if something was there Could have been it's stare
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
Blank Walls In an empty space Nothing on the inside Empty on the outside No sight Nor any sound Looking all around
The last spider It sat down beside her Really surprised her Didn't despise her This is where you will find her
Away Sitting here Didn't know what to say There was nowhere to play Gone were the great days Some were becoming afraid
They keep taking what is mine They think everything is fine But they keep taking everything that is mine They must think I don’t need a dime
