I just need to see the need for me to exist in your eyes #smallpoems
I just need to see the need for me to exist in your eyes #smallpoems
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Little poems, gathered over time. Browse posts tagged #smallpoems by type and date.
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Truth found on sounds dancing on hymns of a dying leaf Just fade into broken silence of an evening wind while our moon rises on forgotten surprises tw
Truth found on sounds dancing on hymns of a dying leaf Just fade into broken silence of an evening wind while our moon rises on forgotten surprises twisting in a long setting sun #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Walls peel in spaces where rust fades seamlessly into dust at times slightest touch Green paint lurches into curled fingernails scratching
#smallpoems Walls peel in spaces where rust fades seamlessly into dust at times slightest touch Green paint lurches into curled fingernails scratching at nothing Leaves eat at tires flattened Soulless folds of rubber cracked by neglect sit heavy, holding onto pasts not worth recounting Broken chairs shards of plastic pointing nowhere empty bottles labels lon
Greg McVerrySlip past lips of memory's swinging hips while it seizes all it pleases in silence eyeing violence sung in a cadence of can't #smallpoems
Slip past lips of memory's swinging hips while it seizes all it pleases in silence eyeing violence sung in a cadence of can't #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Autumn sun slips hiding in hills holding a forgotten valley A crescent moon rises, slivers of hope fading a top a New England town Flicker
#smallpoems Autumn sun slips hiding in hills holding a forgotten valley A crescent moon rises, slivers of hope fading a top a New England town Flickering street lamps, dance in puddles, rippling upon uncounted potholes but washed away as Lights of patched up Colonials click on trying to fight Winter's Approach. In growing shadows factory windows lay bare str
Greg McVerryDrowning in a Collection of Rumi and looking to my ear know Now I am no Poet Empty words. Spilled pixels lashed to frozen vessels sailing seas of impo
Drowning in a Collection of Rumi and looking to my ear know Now I am no Poet Empty words. Spilled pixels lashed to frozen vessels sailing seas of impossibilities in Doldrums of inferiority No More #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Keep your hopes and dreams Works for you, fine Me and mine More philosophy of Wu No hope. Only grind. Not dreams but schemes to the ways a
#smallpoems Keep your hopes and dreams Works for you, fine Me and mine More philosophy of Wu No hope. Only grind. Not dreams but schemes to the ways and means Keen on CREAM Build our reality. No remorse. No maladies. Just a course of Formalities. Our vision isn't Wishin to gather at hope's heatless hearth But spark a flame Seen miles from this Earth.
Greg McVerryI want to be like The Girl in The Book I want to be Hope #smallpoems #foundpoem #unedited
I want to be like The Girl in The Book I want to be Hope #smallpoems #foundpoem #unedited
Greg McVerryIn shades of indiscriminate waves he plays on troughs of time cresting on hopes approaching shore #smallpoems #writingcommunity
In shades of indiscriminate waves he plays on troughs of time cresting on hopes approaching shore #smallpoems #writingcommunity
Greg McVerrysolution roll your own process take your mark and output what exactly? #smallpoems #foundpoems
solution roll your own process take your mark and output what exactly? #smallpoems #foundpoems
Greg McVerryHope floats above those devote a smoke that slips through fingers when doubts linger to those who grope for hope one soaks in broken realities amassed
Hope floats above those devote a smoke that slips through fingers when doubts linger to those who grope for hope one soaks in broken realities amassed in fists amiss in empty pyrolysis, as wishes wiff in stiff doses of hopeless reality #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Hope floats above those devote a smoke that slips through fingers when doubts linger those who grope soak in broken realities amassed in f
#smallpoems Hope floats above those devote a smoke that slips through fingers when doubts linger those who grope soak in broken realities amassed in fists amiss in empty pyrolysis, as wishes wiff in stiff flames of frozen despair choking our air
Greg McVerrywrote a poem explaining my eternal truth. Hit cancel, not Publish Knowledge lost Unrecovered #smallpoems
wrote a poem explaining my eternal truth. Hit cancel, not Publish Knowledge lost Unrecovered #smallpoems
Greg McVerrylost my poems on corner of Truth and Broken Reality if found please Please return to next Poet. #smallpoems
lost my poems on corner of Truth and Broken Reality if found please Please return to next Poet. #smallpoems
Greg McVerryquantum shame cast in a pale moon over our broken operator parsing extracts on the wind #foundpoem #smallpoems
quantum shame cast in a pale moon over our broken operator parsing extracts on the wind #foundpoem #smallpoems
Greg McVerryStolen few Broken through truths hollowed into carvings. Loose atop time's askew whose clock? Chosen few Ticks lost in focus. Bogus Toks to Boogie on
Stolen few Broken through truths hollowed into carvings. Loose atop time's askew whose clock? Chosen few Ticks lost in focus. Bogus Toks to Boogie on Souls Imploding us. Just hold on a Trusted mold #smallpoems
Greg McVerryI stare out eggshell framed windows Shelves of unread books glaring Back In disappointment #smallpoems
I stare out eggshell framed windows Shelves of unread books glaring Back In disappointment #smallpoems
Greg McVerryAphid croaks stolen Echos Frozen keckles Kissing spokes Of repeated beauty. #smallpoems
Aphid croaks stolen Echos Frozen keckles Kissing spokes Of repeated beauty. #smallpoems
Greg McVerrylost my poems moss clumps Alone in place Of memory dumps Simmering dung In dancing stench Pain wrench Unturned, no Bolt to latch No meaning to catch L
lost my poems moss clumps Alone in place Of memory dumps Simmering dung In dancing stench Pain wrench Unturned, no Bolt to latch No meaning to catch Lost poetry owe it to me To look But each nook And crany Nothing #smallpoems
Greg McVerryPerched against a garage Framing crumbling, Pressure of time and profit. Smiles stand witness to Summer's demise. Kisses of autumn cringing as Joy tea
Perched against a garage Framing crumbling, Pressure of time and profit. Smiles stand witness to Summer's demise. Kisses of autumn cringing as Joy tears I Persephone's eye flipping seasons That can't be undone #smallpoems
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