Poems from Bridget Hope Cassell
I found a snowfall kind of boy
One who just silences the world,
when he comes around.
It takes a delicate touch
to keep a snowflake
I...
Oh little runaway
How could I refuse?
Take my hand
Here we go!
Oh, my little runaway
We'll have so much fun
Who are you?
I can't see you
But I know you're there
Will you stay with me?
We can conquer the desert
You and me
So what do you say?...
Oh, little runaway...
Did you mean to meet me here?
All alone yet together
I'm standing here
Can you see me?
Oh, little runaway...
Do...
A poem is-
nothing.
Why does a poem matter?
Because a poem is a piece of the self
Even a comical limerick
Yes,
It probably doesn’t...