Poems from BarbaraAlvarez2
Poetry.
No one truly defines it.
Not even Mr. Webster truly captures the essence
the emotions of
love
happiness
wealth
determination
life...
Sunlight blinds me waking me from the great dream
I've never gotten a chance to finish.
6 AM always comes so early
the smell of coffee not...
My face is wet
not from rain though.
Wiping my eyes with a sleeve
I pick up a guitar
strumming a chord or two,
grab some ink and paper
and...