True Love
There once was a girl from Venice
Who liked a young lad named Dennis.
But she went to jail
For stealing his mail
And following him home after tennis.
Shiver
Snowflakes fall on trees
Branches shiver with the weight
And snap in release
Flowers
Just like the flowers
Marking long-abandoned graves
We are forgotten
Lullaby
The wind sings at dusk
A forgotten lullaby
Scattering the snow
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I Hate to Rain on Your Parade But I'm a Cloud That's My Job (Poetry Chapbook)
PoetryA collection of poems that don't really follow a theme at all. Some might be sad, some might be happy, some might be inspiring, some might be funny, most of them are entirely subjective. Some are very short, there are several haiku, but groups of th...
