Two. Tall
Towers. Taken
Turned. Twisted
Tumbled. Tossed
Tanished. Tortured
Turmoil. Thoughtless
Tons. Thick
Tolling. Tempers
Ticking. Time
Thunderous. Toppling
Tender. Triage
To Turn
May they all rest in peace. The attackers will get their due punishment for eternity. God is our just Judge.
Hello Susan I try to shift the keys to get the positions I need. I enjoyed your poem, Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tremendous Susan. I know what you mean about setting a poem out in a certain way. The only way round it is to add full stops where you need a gap.