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Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
It explores the beauty of slowing down and embracing the peacefulness of the present moment. Through vivid imagery of drifting thoughts, steaming coffee, and the gentle sounds of nature, the poem invites the reader to let go of the week's worries and simply be. It is a reflection on the art of being still, finding contentment in simplicity, and reconnecting with the natural, unhurried rhythm of life.
By Sugumar2 years ago in Poets
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
HAIKU. An inspiration For the poem comes just in The poem itself! * EXTENT The inspiration for the poem Is the poem itself!
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
Would there be anyone else I'd choose than him Apollo, leader of the muses, nine goddesses of music, poetry, and archery It does all makes sense; the connection
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
When strength walks away unretrievable and far the mind keeps lacking that sway everything is in chaos and war A soul bleeds from scar
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
