Poems from Sean S Smith
Even though I am a relatively masculine male
I do not see why I can’t emulate a female
By emulate, I mean not dressing entirely
In female...
“I am a cutter,” she muttered, hence a poor prognosis;
That was of the shaming Borderline diagnosis.
Which scarred her much deeper than the...
Susie Travers Dean wore lots of antique green enamel;
Over her multicolored polka dot vest made of flannel.
Her hair was tightly pulled...
Like diamonds ablaze the Caribbean blue waters sparkled;
Emitting a spectrum of fiery rays like the Queen’s crown,
So matriarchal.
The...
Contagious as the mid-seasonal runny-nose flu;
Her love for me, unabashed, a soulmate tis true
For we were both were creative yet so...