JOE POEWHIT

Veteran Poet - 1,161 Points (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

JOE POEWHIT Poems

161. Small Poems # 14 10/28/2008
162. Small Poems # 20 10/29/2008
163. Big Heads 10/29/2008
164. My Window 10/30/2008
165. Small Poems # 7 10/25/2008
166. Pies 11/12/2008
167. Step Toward Death 11/19/2008
168. Floating Birds 11/6/2008
169. Circus Clown 11/11/2008
170. Heaven Stars Wonder 11/7/2008
171. Closet Faces 11/7/2008
172. Tiny Tiny Bug 11/8/2008
173. New Words - Rhyme 11/8/2008
174. Y - Hole- 9 2/25/2009
175. Viet Nam 3/20/2009
176. Y - Hole- 4 2/23/2009
177. Zzzzs - 7 2/17/2009
178. Zzzzs - 8 2/19/2009
179. Stone Block Boy 12/4/2008
180. The Fireplace 11/28/2008
181. Big Mom Tv.2 11/22/2008
182. H E A V E N 7/12/2013
183. Rosa Parks 6/5/2012
184. Viet Nam - Blues 2/19/2009
185. Zzzzs - 9 2/20/2009
186. Small Poems # 21 10/30/2008
187. Small Poems # 22 10/31/2008
188. Heart Attack 10/3/2008
189. Small Poems # 5 10/24/2008
190. The Red Queens Aces 9/15/2006
191. Speck Of Life 11/3/2008
192. Small Poems # 24 11/3/2008
193. Summers End 11/19/2008
194. The Court Poet 11/27/2008
195. Opinion 3/28/2009
196. Nature Of Life 5/6/2009
197. Poets Of Time 5/12/2009
198. The Bard 5/16/2012
199. Lonely Earth 2/13/2016
200. 144 Proof Right Part 2 2/25/2010
Best Poem of JOE POEWHIT

A Moth Wonder

I sit in a supreme bliss.The world spins around in it's full
perfection. My mortal eyes fall upon a moth. There fluttering
before the presence of my mortal eyes. Captured nd
floating upon a fluttering air. It seems to have but little care.
Only to flutter upon the open air. What now, I see a tiny
look of beware.

Looking at me while it orbits my head. Maybe wondering if
I am really dead. A wave of the hand, to keep it still.. An
air-wave, seems to give it a thrill. Onward the moth flutters
away. Only to hide for another day. I'll sit and wonder why? ...

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Poem Needs A Home

Wayward in unjust life.
Tossed with all strife.
Here my noise on a page.
Maybe to come of age.
Another poem next to me.
Now Im not alone and free.
Many noise poems with me.
Here on the page to see.
What is that noise.
Another poem from the coys.

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