A Day In The Life Of A Klutz
I woke up, tripped on my rug, smacked my shin on the bed Spun around, bonked my knee, fell and
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
I woke up, tripped on my rug, smacked my shin on the bed Spun around, bonked my knee, fell and
Read moreThe moment when the darkness surrenders to the light Across the land, golden rays whisper before erupting Yes, these are
Read moreEvery morning means more of the same crap One day I wish I was someone else Even half the day,
Read moreImmeasurable, bold, profound The great current that binds all things An unseen tide older than stars, older than memory How
Read moreStarlight Tiny pinpricks in the blackness Light years away, perhaps even further Some say proof Of more beyond the barrier
Read moreThe mountain road and its twists and turns Like a concrete river cutting through forest and stone Shaded valleys still
Read moreThis spring collection of haiku reminds us that the earth changes, regardless of our stance. The cold blanket of winter
Read moreI have a secret and it doesn’t whisper it smirks and giggles It paces like it owns the place talks
Read moreShe hinted, it went over his head Left clues, but he failed to notice Shared content he never watched She
Read moreMemories, oh sweet memories Times lost to the moving hands Yet forever scored in my mind’s eye Do recall my
Read moreThe AI voice, unspoken but there all the same You see it everywhere Advertisements, social media, magazines Clean, sanitized sentence
Read moreAngry ragged cloud cover hangs like a dim vault of iron breath Slow-moving ash hides the forgotten pathways to the
Read moreThere are conversations Words I’d wished not spoken Yet no action will reward my wish They’ll remain in the universe
Read moreThe struggle of understanding Why, for what reason, who benefits, and more why So often minds are clouded with questions
Read moreSuch joy found in the awakening of earth The blanket of white, now mostly forgotten Remnants of dirty-grey shadow piles
Read moreOutrage, outrage! Get your daily dose of anti‑everything! Shouting, pointing, watch out now the rage is forming Maybe it’s him,
Read moreBeneath the wooden rafter’s weight And beams with abandoned spider silk, Where hearth once roared with living flame Now but
Read moreLove rarely arrives to the sound of trumpets and drums Nor does it storm ashore with the shouts of conquest
Read morePaper bills are just paper now Backed by no one and nothing No vaults of gold or silver bars Worthless
Read moreThe sins of seven, counted here Deadly as they are revealing Cuts the truth from the souls of men Peels
Read moreEyes focused on the monuments and statues Propaganda posters with eager children Smiling faces on worthless currency Starving hands reaching
Read moreAlas, my soul does bid thee to come close Not for the sake of ceremony, nor influence But because there
Read moreSilence came with a great exhale The land heaved with the unexpected weight Dark, ghastly, agonizing, and unsettled Turbulent winds
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