Haiku
C.I.A. II
Lady Liberty No fireworks at Langley Mysterious, she
By Jonathan Lawrenceabout a year ago in Poets
Today's Bird- the Pileated Woodpecker
~~🐦🐦⬛🪶 “Many critics are like woodpeckers, who, instead of enjoying the fruit and shadow of a tree, hop incessantly around the trunk, pecking holes in the bark to discover some little worm or other." ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Political Twenty-Five
Uncle Sam...listen... Is it the time for a change? Give us the hammer! Are we there yet? * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Vanishing Haiku
How to disappear. Need to fix my perspective. Washing my soul clean. This is my frontier. And this is my directive. Existing half seen My task is unclear, But I won't be deflective. Stuck here in between. Struggling for years. Yearning for a perspective. Vanishing foreseen. Do I exist here? Am I just irrespective? Will I not still bleed? Now I only sneer As I thank the corrective And remain unseen
By Colt Hendersonabout a year ago in Poets
