Pocket Poetics
by Sixx
Digital Artist
14 years ago
I was cleaning out my old phone and stumbled upon some old spur of the moment poems I wrote who knows how long ago. So I figured I'd post them here before deleting them off my phone and i even threw in a snippet of my latest learn as you go project (hint: its the thumbnail :P )
Let me know if they're any good <^_^>
Pocket Poetics
-Yesterdays children-
The children have ceased to dream
The stars have lost their shine
Hope comes in a bottle
Happiness in a flask
Beauty is now a sickly mask
And eyes fall on blank screens
While the mind closes like a curtain
And the world becomes certain.
Stare back at eyes that stare forward!
See that they hold nothing of weight
That their fact is fiction
That the world is not made
That the future holds a place
For a child with a dream
___________________________
When the willow whispers’ words of wisdom
And the leaves lay lazily on the lawn
When you wish to hear my voice again
Know that I am gone
___________________________
-A Poet at Heart-
I roam the dearth
Looking for the scattered pieces
Of my 'art and soul
But this weathered wrist
Cannot write
A single line of prose
___________________________
Mayday
Arrives
Yell-o
Day’sies bloom
And the sol
Yearns for tomorrow
Let me know if they're any good <^_^>
Pocket Poetics
-Yesterdays children-
The children have ceased to dream
The stars have lost their shine
Hope comes in a bottle
Happiness in a flask
Beauty is now a sickly mask
And eyes fall on blank screens
While the mind closes like a curtain
And the world becomes certain.
Stare back at eyes that stare forward!
See that they hold nothing of weight
That their fact is fiction
That the world is not made
That the future holds a place
For a child with a dream
___________________________
When the willow whispers’ words of wisdom
And the leaves lay lazily on the lawn
When you wish to hear my voice again
Know that I am gone
___________________________
-A Poet at Heart-
I roam the dearth
Looking for the scattered pieces
Of my 'art and soul
But this weathered wrist
Cannot write
A single line of prose
___________________________
Mayday
Arrives
Yell-o
Day’sies bloom
And the sol
Yearns for tomorrow
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