#micropoems
What the tonight wind had not power to do,
to blot out the stars,
thy sight did when thou looked at me:
like day it blotted out all my guilt.
stephanus.atticus
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
You've always been different from the rest
And that's why, to me, you'll always be the best
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
i care what people think
i'm now standing at the brink
in one hand p'haps my last drink
my mind and heart out of sync
n'er been a great swimmer so maybe i'll sink
my eyes move to the sky, strangely pink
even if i want to, i can’t blink
until i hear the distant clink
wait, where am i? aloud i think
in my office, says the shrink
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
My knight had no armour
nor did he come on a horse
he knocked on my door
bare chest and in shorts
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
Not that I can’t
but I simply won’t
until you can
then I shall...
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
one was a knife cut through
two is a dream come true
three will be a pretty hot stew
four - now that’s far too many boo
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
.
.
.
is it to late
to stop the sun
from setting
on its
last
goodbye
departure
.
.
...theprettypoems....
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC