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...

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