They look but don't move They blink but are still They see but there is nothing The view is there but it is empty
By Christopher Beard2 months ago in Poets
Dreaming in the darkness Nothing to think about No imagination at all Just staring at the wall Wondering if this was all
The Kangaroo The kangaroo might not be part of your crew He doesn't go moo Nor is he usually blue Unless one of the few
The Elite Living on the best street I didn't feel complete Didn't want to compete Don’t just want to follow some sheep
She left a note Didn't know what to do She had left That is all I knew One of the few Didn't have a clue
Lying Mirrors Looking at the reflection but nothing to see Wondering if they have any answers The screams were in silence
Limerick and Lime I am going to make this mine Needs to be just at the right time Will be explained in a few lines
Entitled You think you have the right Can never be wrong Think you can always have your way Never let others have a say
Doctor's Writing I was looking at the script Taking a guess But it was a mess Couldn't tell what was what Or what was a dot
Bruno Boy A black and white staffy He will make you so happy He loves to take his nap Sometimes he might even rap
Black Rose Black is beautiful But even if you chose such prose I do suppose that you might be one that knows
Plural I’m plural Not in your rural But just not singular Nor from the peninsula Won’t get in an inch of ya’
