JOE POEWHIT

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

JOE POEWHIT Poems

241. Work Without Pay [mizz.Copper] 9/1/2006
242. Small Poems # 23 10/31/2008
243. 144 Proof Right 1/28/2010
244. # Gods Sabbath 1/6/2010
245. Lone Sparrow 8/24/2009
246. Omega Dancer 2 10/3/2009
247. Annie Le 9/14/2009
248. Big Mom Tv. 11/11/2008
249. Silent Silver 11/19/2008
250. Viet Nam Tears 11/20/2008
251. Peak At Life 11/20/2008
252. Superman Can'T Fly 11/22/2008
253. Anti-Image War Glory 11/22/2008
254. My Players 6/25/2009
255. Winters Cold 11/20/2008
256. Infinity 10/29/2008
257. ## A Story Of Hobo-A - Repent Sinner 3 4/21/2011
258. ## A Story Of Hobo-A 1 4/17/2011
259. Big Mom Tv.5 8/27/2009
260. Small Poems # 1 10/22/2008
261. Yellow Jack Bee 11/14/2008
262. Modern Folly 6/11/2009
263. Cain & Abel 12/4/2008
264. Ahmad Shiddiqi [poemhunter] 2/20/2009
265. ## A Story Of Hobo - A - Timeout 15 8/5/2011
266. ## A Story Of Hobo - A - And QuestıOns 4 7/5/2011
267. Loves Ocean 12/6/2006
268. Calamity 5/18/2009
269. Me Poewhit 5/29/2012
270. Crack Baby With Aids 12/3/2008
271. Birds Sky 11/10/2008
272. Memo Day 2008 5/23/2008
273. Dreams 5/4/2009
274. Aftermaths-Memo Day 2008 11/11/2008
275. A Penny For Your Poem 5/21/2012
276. # Praise The Lord 12/28/2009
277. Street Of Love 5/25/2012
278. Poem Needs A Home 7/10/2006
279. #17762009-July 7/3/2009
280. # Witness For Jesus 12/29/2009
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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