Poems from poetr

withered petals, dented leaves, and crusty, dried dirt blanket the ground beneath our souls. the rain is cold but fresh; nature burns the...
thoughts collide a jolt in the hands knuckles spark like flint   A pen scrawls and readers bawl on paper fresh like mint   In a storm of...
Asphalt riversstretch across the empty landthat, over time,would swallow the tar hungrilyand leave not a single crumbfor the path-seeking...