Poems from gamer23
The ice freezes everything in place.
Oh, how I wish it could do the same
To the city
Behind my callused face.
Marching on “trails”...
He,
A wanderer,
Tries to escape his problems,
Walking.
Searching.
Trudging along.
Searching for what?
Answers?
Purpose?
Peace?
Why must...
Autumn gold
Covered the trees in late season,
Light glistening on the leaves
As hot cider is poured
Into mugs on the front porch.
Man I...
My baseball mitt
Stands in my closet,
Lonely and bored,
Gathering dust,
Its leather longing to catch baseballs
Or to wrap itself around my...
I used to practice riding
My two-wheeled chariot of blue metal
With flames on either side,
Its rubber handlebars steering me—
And...