Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Tags
#7days
I count by meters. One, a blurry woman with a black bag black hair, white clothes who knows if she's an old hag Two, white teeth, black, short hair folded papers, talking to the others I wonder if he's seen me glare Three, long nose, thick, succulent lips, flaccid, shiny, black hair. Big eyes, blue bag, with a tad of flowers Has she seen me stare? Four, two loudmouths, east and west. Murmur here, gossip there, blah blah and blah, stop talking or else Five, three musketeers, east, west, south, looking at me like I'll growl squeak and squeak moan and shriek Six, one man, one book. It read: "Hands off!" I ran up to him and he vanished. Seven, one man, one book One chair, in front of a mirror-- pressed his chin against his finger He said, "God, let me rest!" --- and I slept.
0
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
AvantGarde
The Corner
I count by meters. One, a blurry woman with a black bag black hair, white clothes who knows if she's an old hag Two, white teeth, black, short hair folded papers, talking to the others I wonder if he's seen me glare Three, long nose, thick, succulent lips, flaccid, shiny, black hair. Big eyes, blue bag, with a tad of flowers Has she seen me stare? Four, two loudmouths, east and west. Murmur here, gossip there, blah blah and blah, stop talking or else Five, three musketeers, east, west, south, looking at me like I'll growl squeak and squeak moan and shriek Six, one man, one book. It read: "Hands off!" I ran up to him and he vanished. Seven, one man, one book One chair, in front of a mirror-- pressed his chin against his finger He said, "God, let me rest!" --- and I slept.
Continue reading...
30