Poems from Poethepoet

He stares, with baby eyes at the star filled sky above him, His paint, like his clothes, is old and worn. A lonely shack is home with only...
(poems go here)I dreamed of a world of peace and love, Where the fighting stopped and there was a time for peace, A time for family, a time...
I am a slave A slave of my mind and fears, I am in the chains of unbreakable thought caught in prison of pictures and scenes. I hear the...
(poems go here) I am the warrior, who bleeds and cries, My armor is my skin, My shield and weapon are my eyes. I go to face the fire...
(poems go here) There once was a man named Ted, Who decided one night to look under the bed. What he saw, it seemed, Really made him scream...