Poems from MeekGeek
Seven seas above one tomb.
Empty beds in a shrouded room.
Flowers wilted before they are born.
The fruit of a barren womb, torn
away from a...
A life fully lived
exisists inside
of the soul
that is not
afraid to
die.
A poet does not rhyme with words.
She rhymes a feeling to a memory,
a thought to a touch.
This flower rhymes with her eyes.
The wind chimes...