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Visions of Buffalo
To be awakened By the sound of thundering hooves And to see them coming over the hill At first, it strikes fear in your heart
Bobby DeesePublished 7 years ago in PoetsClockwork Man
There's a man sat upon a counter, staring into space. Look closely and you see an empty expression on his face. After the light is switched off and door locked, he'll begin to breathe.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWanting You
I WANT YOU, your sweet kisses, your lips on mine, You hold me so close, my body aches for your attention, The passion the heat; But you are all that I need,
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in Poets"Space Angels"
They're called our little space angels Astronauts who never made it back It seems that most of the tragedies Were from mechanical slack
Colossi
When the winding sheet of history coils Stiffly around handrail and chimney stack, I’ll be reminded it’s no longer enough
Daniel WadePublished 7 years ago in PoetsLittle Angry Person
There is a little person inside me, And she is very cranky, It takes a lot to keep her in And from driving me crazy. She only ever makes things harder,
Karen CommanePublished 7 years ago in PoetsIn Memory of Dad
Here I sit and rest my legs Your face I picture in my head I see your smile now that it's done This seat I built with you in mind
Thomas LennonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Friend
Let me tell you a story A story of a friend One who was loyal and true Who stood by my side till the end My friend is not a man
Preeminent Dream
She moves through sunrise and starlight Binding the air like fire Her every footstep a new morning A distant choir sung higher
Daniel ColePublished 7 years ago in PoetsWill I?
Will I ever feel right? I do try with all my might, Will I ever fit in? With this society I live in, Will I ever feel I belong?
Karen CommanePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Good Red Road
The Good Red Road has been Handed down through generations We all know white man is Trying to extinct the Natives I hate to give a crash lesson
Unwrapping
Tendrils lovingly wrapped around Slowly tightening that which bound Needing the force to come detached Allowing the natural eggs to hatch
Dorn SimonPublished 7 years ago in Poets