Poems from Tyler_Strobel
(Not Part of the poem, but this poem is from May and is only just being uploaded)
In front of us, mighty, did make us shrink,
The dark...
(Not part of the poem, but this poem is from May and I am only just uploading it now)
A poem should not be an Airplane...
Shall we go find the man who slew the fiend?
Ventured deeper past the TumTum ago;
Against an ancient tree shade he did lean,
To reminisce...
Where is the line betwixt alive and dead?
Is it dormant or of a moving tongue?
“I speak, it lives” is what the old priest said.
Offense...
Is indigo to be considered blue,
Or is it of the violent violet race?
For who’s the judge and axe-man of a hue?
Labeled by truth or other’...