Poems from artistry13
Bitter Water
Slips down my throat
Slowly it travels down
It burns my heart
My body churns with enmity
As it tries to quench my thirst
It...
Poetry is the dance
Of Words
Intricate and complex
The speaker leads right
As Words
follow left
The steps of meter
Form Fluidly
Like a...
Latinos
Africans
Europeans
Asians
They came tattered
Worn and dusty
Seemingly worthless; America borrowed them
Torn pages
Ear-dogged pages...