Rhys Sheridan


Meloncholy Streets - Poem by Rhys Sheridan

Meloncholy bleeds, through rotted sheets,
at sides of roads and streets.
A hidden form of torture,
for fellow kindred spirits.

Topic(s) of this poem: homeless


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  • Chinedu Dike (3/18/2015 5:17:00 PM)


    A lovely poem, nicely encapsulated and well articulated to capture the sad memories of the past. It's short but bristling with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 18, 2015


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