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...
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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...