chelsea-gottfriedWhisper

Sort

Sort

Smokemy cigarette is burning, and then snow is ice, / the world is turning itching with lice. / with a rumble and scurry out go the lights

14

May 9, 2015

The ChamberA voice fills the chamber of no sound / bouncing off the interior like weightless rubber. / The feeling of fatigue passes;

14

Sep 10, 2014

BeamMy dear I love you / As though the wind would never touch the Earth again; / the sweet sting of farewell riding its back

11

Sep 10, 2014

WordsWords to despise / words to please, / words in disguise

24

Dec 19, 2011

A Summer SceneOnly the moon shines in the dark hours, / a sun long set closes the flowers. / The heat of summer razes the frost

12

Oct 26, 2011

Hello PoetryVoting