Jordan Crider Poems
- Blind tell me how the resting sun looks so serene, skip the...
- It Was Raining She reflects like a newly born widow waiting...
- Let My People Go When the waters came we were sitting, On ...
- Phu Quoc lets head down to the beach we can watch the waves ...
- The Beads On Our Wrists Dirty child walk this way, Leather ...
- Warm Christmas I look inside the warm window wishing i could...
- Pearl Shop While on an Eastern beach, you might see, ...
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Comments about Jordan Crider
tell me how the resting sun looks so serene,
skip the description, not another comforting scene,
because the star escapes, and i lie awake,
while I'm sleeping,
tell me how the clouds choreograph a dance,
pink flurries ballet with the flaming sky,
a pirouetting dream, not as exciting,
as the last citrus glow,
that stabbed the milky marsh mellows,
take a picture, capture suspended time,
remember with a reminding sigh,
pick a lonely wall to decorate,
make sure there's no forgetting,
that dawn is the same as the sun setting, ...