Poems from groovedwarepeople

Age old and weary and not yet twenty-one He no longer flinched at the crump of the guns A blooded veteran of battles won and lost Tortured...
“You idiot” … that’s what you said, not that long ago I agreed, you picked it, but for not the reasons you know Your two little words did...
Regret, … such a sad word Creates tears Creates fears But, … a word often heard   What does it really mean? Implies a bad wrong Implies a...
We all build walls around us to keep some in, and some out but really, why make such a fuss We’re all one I want to shout   Borders are...
On golden bough he once sat astride That leafen face, green dark-eyed Midwinter sprites once danced in white Pending return of the warming...

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