Small Poems # 14 Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Small Poems # 14
LONELY DAYS
Caught in crimson fire.
Lost with a crying sorrow.
Fallen in crest way winds.
Silent glory, with shaded sorrow.
DEAD DOGS
Fallen by lonely ways.
Putrid vomit in a gutter.
Fallen ways of cross winds.
Foul soils in faded glory.
SILENT WINDS
Rushing through the tapered story.
Lost in silent telling glory.
Fallen whispers upon the sand.
Gold rush to push the land.
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this was really cool. I love short poems when they are worded right and you have penned these to perfection. Good stuff
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:30:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wow! ! short sweet and perfect...........great write