cheynne dries

The Poem Eater - Poem by cheynne dries

he was the poem eater
it wasnt that he found distastful
apples, cheese and bread
he occasionally swallowed those
in slices and pieces
poems satisfyed his hundered mile diet
A rambling buffet was a short skip to
The library
No moldy or rotting cores
Poems are easy to pick up, word by word,
And pop into his mouth,
Like rounding off an orange
Against it's grain
Poems make sense of his world
He did harvest, reap, or sew
Those lines were as random as a
Blue checkered table cloth
Rounding ones mind to the
Curve of a question

Topic(s) of this poem: poems

Comments about The Poem Eater by cheynne dries

  • Jazib Kamalvi (7/15/2017 12:23:00 AM)

    Very good. You may like to read my poem, Poet Hunter. Thanks (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (2/18/2016 11:58:00 AM)

    a good poem, Cheynee, with an original point of view.. Reading your lines, Italo Calvino's short stories came to my mind.. :)
    Do you know Calvino's Our Ancestors or Cosmicomics? if not, you should try them.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, December 18, 2015

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