Small Poems

#smallpoems When Answers double over from within while A summer wind Rescinds sin Nestled on a tongue curled Life ferns at the feet. The breeze calls

#smallpoems When Answers double over from within while A summer wind Rescinds sin Nestled on a tongue curled Life ferns at the feet. The breeze calls the pain On surging upturned leaves Who howl for forgotten son Collisions of sun collectors Chloropast pushing Against unwanted disaster As birds chirp on. Singing, This too shall pass

Peace seeps In deep cuts Of ruts and broken lust; As effort eclipses Perfection unchased in Impossible Notches of not knowing tomorrow's Future. So yo

Peace seeps In deep cuts Of ruts and broken lust; As effort eclipses Perfection unchased in Impossible Notches of not knowing tomorrow's Future. So you cut away At Yesterday's game. #smallpoems #writingcommunity

#smallpoems #clmooc Time melts In relative keys of mighty archipelagos limbering bright, and white Arpeggios of grandeur lost in vast seas of squander

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#smallpoems #clmooc Time melts In relative keys of mighty archipelagos limbering bright, and white Arpeggios of grandeur lost in vast seas of squander half steps of humanity crumbling in whole steps of time as accidental modulations fall Crescendo of cascading ablating streams singing while Our Varianttonart sails on, ice melting in a symphony of a shared de

#smallpoems Hushed Gossip split on summer's wind in forgivines of sins unfolding in green chandeliers hanging precariously to drought tied strings of

#smallpoems Hushed Gossip split on summer's wind in forgivines of sins unfolding in green chandeliers hanging precariously to drought tied strings of rain that will not sing unseen bounces on bird songs from above as time tickles toes from below. Our simple existence, pollen in a warrm breeze conscience but a wisp as we silence ourselves to stories the wood

Tied to love; lied through Eyes who shove truth above in gloves who hold An iris scoops of Light, that fills two souls As I question candles Who knows

Tied to love; lied through Eyes who shove truth above in gloves who hold An iris scoops of Light, that fills two souls As I question candles Who knows Wicks fading in past glow Will always extinguish Us. #smallpoems

Now dive in deepness of darkness Which harkens To feats in us Whose light Fills nights with Nothing but broken Shadows. #smallpoems

Now dive in deepness of darkness Which harkens To feats in us Whose light Fills nights with Nothing but broken Shadows. #smallpoems

Stolen dreams Rolling on seams Of past flowers Who bloom jn rash hours. A rugged love who loose strings tug on gloom of never was Time broken in token

Stolen dreams Rolling on seams Of past flowers Who bloom jn rash hours. A rugged love who loose strings tug on gloom of never was Time broken in tokens of stolen moments Of Mes beholden to us Who lust For lost Holding attonments #smallpoems

unfocused memories joyous epiphanies seeping into Miseries of unknown histories the misfits of what ifs knowing truth must unwind in glimpses of stole

unfocused memories joyous epiphanies seeping into Miseries of unknown histories the misfits of what ifs knowing truth must unwind in glimpses of stolen time told in smiles cut of the same star dust #smallpoems

My fitness plan #smallpoems Live your happy. Nothing matters. find your happy in all that matters, of food eat closest to the sun, no dogma honest fun

My fitness plan #smallpoems Live your happy. Nothing matters. find your happy in all that matters, of food eat closest to the sun, no dogma honest fun. Just math. Do push ups go outside. paying to run in place, lift heavy stuff, just dumb you are your resistance weight, unless that your happy place. fitness has so little to do with physical No matter matters

That howl! Will linger on lattices of our soul, collapsing inward until the final bell tolls. #smallpoems

That howl! Will linger on lattices of our soul, collapsing inward until the final bell tolls. #smallpoems

My Memorial Day Poem #edu407 https://jgregorymcverry.com/poetry/MemorialDayPoem.mp4 #smallpoems

My Memorial Day Poem #edu407 https://jgregorymcverry.com/poetry/MemorialDayPoem.mp4 #smallpoems

#smallpoems #edu407 Good poets get passed like bad wine, as I take a jug of Emily Oliver from Tara. A poet warrior, opine in prose; precision in paint

#smallpoems #edu407 Good poets get passed like bad wine, as I take a jug of Emily Oliver from Tara. A poet warrior, opine in prose; precision in paint splashed on moon rises Oliver I find interesting Deep patterns, Ohio hops from pages; so much form, in the free form Yet like a summer wind,once grasped meaning fades, of truth still left, honeysuckle bits stu