Small Poems # 23 Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Small Poems # 23

Rating: 5.0


SHELL

There lying on a beach.
Just past mortal reach.
Waves cover with folded arms.
The shell forever gone.

CALLINGS

Many noises fill the sky.
Cries of shouts call to me.
Other energies of the deep call.
Torrential horror before my eyes.

LAUGH

Funny that little smile.
Sometimes it looks like a mile.
Showing none, not one tooth.
Far away, a loving gentle look.

copyright 1993 POEWHIT
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK 27 December 2009

LAUGH is excellent …its neonates laugh… Priceless and boundlessly swings our heart 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK

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Sandra Martyres 16 November 2009

I am glad I discovered these little poetic treasures Joe....10

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Linda Winchell 31 October 2008

Huge little masterpieces! Ten! Linda

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Sathyanarayana M V S 31 October 2008

This is turning out to be a very intereting series. Beautifu; ....10

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