A raw WoPo poem: Dark rhythm, blue guitar Red hot lyrics A fading star Stepping to the left Jigging to the right Considered by some An unholy sight Iconic, sardonic Ripped from the soul Beat out the music On a prison bowl
A raw WoPo poem: Colour infused the world A light humming blue Warm, cocooning the mind Bring peace to the soul An orb sat throbbing with yellow glow All fear was locked within Cleansed by the intensity A dream was beginning Hills lay draped Across the horizon Bringing a restful candesance The over worked mind […]
A raw WoPo poem: When I first saw you I loved you, the way you moved and talked The way you looked But I did not love your cloths Nor your hair cut Or believe that anything like love could exist for me For us You burnt me With a smile and a kind eye […]
A raw WoPo poem: Simplicity grows ever more complex Until it spreads butterfly wings Flying away to strange waters Mathermatical Certainty Order breaking down and beyond is Chaos A new regime of ermergance As if the system is reset Using new, exotic tools
A raw WoPo poem: Around and around, each time changed By the minute, not enough to see Shifting beneath, unsteady feet Scratching the surface, uncertainty Bursting with multitudes of worlds Linked together, by the passage of time Changing the small and tipping Chaos onto the scene Sewing the threads of differences, barely noticed Epochs show […]
A raw WoPo poem: The city lay dormant Chill are in pre-drawn Stretched grey The road damp And then… A truck Just one Slow chug Strang electric whine Depositing milk Now people erupt Onto the scene One here, two there Emergence Slow and lethargic Heading to bus stops Car engines stall Pedestrians plod along Blearily […]
A raw WoPo poem: Stark Sharp clear No place to hide Softness gone Into lines Edges
A raw WoPo Poem Serenity of mind, stilling limbs that flailed Marks of tension, deep furrows etched, eased with a flowing outwards The pain trapped within lanced like a wound There is Freedom at the core of being
A raw WoPo poem Ability – to do what? Anything or nothing I used to climb Do archery Fix things Then it hit like a hammer So some days Bed is all there is Some days the pain is all there is Months of learning to walk again And again and again Hands that can […]
A raw Wopo poem: My Friend You are loud Talking incessantly Just calm down please Words cascade over me Your happy, your sad In love, oh no mad? On and On… Words Tripping over tongue As the story is spun out I missed which of the love interests We are discussing today Around you I […]