Poems from Salem53
I softly fingered black-white keys, I could
not press a tune. So I’d just watch as They
would play, the fingers dipping clouds of white...
I softly fingered black-white keys, I could
not press a tune. So I’d just watch as They
would play, the fingers dipping clouds of white...
oh I see
a lab test
sorry
I didn't get it
Matthew 15 tonight
I'm sending out reminders
I hope JM is working on his paper
A poem's lying in a puddle,
its forgotten body barely breathing.
Drag it out or it suffocates!
The puppet strings demand my fist
to beat the rain-filled ground and scream
at love, my puppeteer. His kiss;
a sneering jail that likes to...