Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 7,376 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Juicy Plumb's - Poem by Is It Poetry

One of those days,
it is hot.
Talking to myself,
I am not.
Hanging above,
Ripe for the sun.

Where the bird's nest,
they use the same hole.
As it drips,
from the end of the day before.


Comments about Juicy Plumb's by Is It Poetry

  • Gold Star - 4,812 Points David Wood (5/12/2013 1:32:00 PM)

    Short but poetically sweet. A good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013


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