Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
I used to have it
Now seems lost
Out with the garbage
Maybe I tossed
When I was younger
I had a ton
Lately though
I seem to have none
Courage, boldness,
Spontaneity too
Seems they all left
As if part of a coup
To get it back
Must I be stronger
Or be the one
To hold out longer
I don’t need much
To see me through
Without it though
What will I do?
April 17th
Prompt: Write a Nerve Poem
The Poetry of Emotion
An Independent Non-Discriminatory Platform With No Religious, Political, Financial, or Social Affiliations
absolute drivel.
Because she can
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher
Some thoughts from author and agent Marie Lamba
The home of poetry
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Tori Dreamer 