Poems from Nico_Rich
She smiles
as the blood pours down her arm
as the pain interrupts her breathing
as her thoughts are pulled beneath a current of wind
They...
Singing to herself,
She braided her hair.
It fell to her mid-back
And glowed with the ferocity
Of golden, summer light.
Her bronzed...
By dawn’s early light,
Oh America,
The troubles today do bring me great fright.
“The land of the free”
For a pale pleasantry.
“The home...
The first line of my first poem began with
“Her hair looked as gold as what Rumpelstiltskin spun”.
It was in the fourth grade
And we were...