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 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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 | Most Recent Poetry  (E)Poetry most recently written. #2035077 by Vanishing Vapor   |
Fridged rain trickles inside in a broken window, Mother's final breath. The wail of traffic traveling on wet pavement, A lonely wife's cries. A mockingbird calls from the treetops to his mate, A black hearse passes. Cloudy blue-gray sky masking the snow-capped mountains, A lonesome poet. A fallen oak tree grows fungus and sphagnum moss, Forgotten graveyard. |
I don't know what her name is, I don't know what her game is, All I know is that she seems to be The one who brings me joy. I'll trust in my heartbeat, As I'm sitting in the hot seat, And if she'd simply look at me, I'd be a happy boy. a happy boy, Her attention I'd enjoy, a happy boy. At first I'll play it coy, a happy boy. With her feelings I'll toy, a happy boy. And if she'd get annoyed, unhappy boy, I'd be an unhappy boy. |
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