There is no good reason to let anger grow.
The ones who are empty will remain
That way, lost in their own foggy lives,
As if the thick white cumulous is a
...
She absorbed more smoke than top paper walls.
With that bleach-blonde hair,
golden as roving suns, she could
draw it down, the smoke, and the dreams
...
My older brother taught
Me how to swim
Or tried at least in the brackish beach
Water,
...
It was rather beautiful day.
She asked me to hold her kite, while she
Went to get more string,
...
Looking Glass
There is no good reason to let anger grow.
The ones who are empty will remain
That way, lost in their own foggy lives,
As if the thick white cumulous is a
Gorgeous suit to dwell in. They live as poets,
Yet think as philistines on the wrong road,
hopelessly drunk with all that they lack,
Led by eyes as blind as grim stone,
In the night darker than the worst human fears.
So what does one do but watch and let the eyes
Come clean; let pupils reveal their dim-witted truths.
you write very well Tony keep up the gr8 work thanks for sharing.
You have good ideas but you need to expand a bit.Don't be afraid to use words-that's your voice in your poems..poetry is more than just feelings and images..it's reaching inward so you can grab the reader's attention outwardly...watch your punctuation and spelling...mostly remember we each have our own unique voice and preferences.Good luck! ! ! !
Tony Miller, ..in my ideas, you've got a perfect soul man. i just have found your great poetry. bless. hope to see your progressing all the time. Ellias Anderson.