"thouhgts" poems
Once you see
Keep moving
Go and seek whats true
Do no hesitate improving
Walking barfoot on the street
May the street be cold or warm
My outside will start a storm
Do not stop
Keep moving
Once you set motion in your thouhgts.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
Words that rhyme or a cup of coffee served at the right time,
Is it what all a poem needs or does it hone in taste like wine?
Thouhgts aligned straight or words intertwined,
Do tough times evoke emotions or does happiness work just fine?
If I say words randomly and set them in order,
Will it become a poem then or do I have to try harder?
What if I feel something but words don’t find their way?
Will I ever be able to write something or blank I’d have to stay?
If there are lines only a few, scribbled in a way that sounds new.
Can it not be gibberish for a while or is it paramount to connect with souls few?
The lines do rhyme, is it a poem or a verse?
Some exude appreciation, some bless curse.
Can I only rhyme and not worry if it makes sense?
Will it be a poem then if I commit sins in the tense?
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC