Wondering if I should continue If there was a point to this Was it just a feeling of bliss? Maybe there was a need for something crisp
By Christopher Beard15 days ago in Poets
Sitting on the rocks alone Not much to do but think about the way the wind is blowing Watching them dart hither and thither
As yet unknown Nothing has been sown Soon the ideas will start flowing A new story will be known Then the concept will begin to be grown
By Christopher Beard17 days ago in Poets
It was all empty Then they saw a space This was what they thought was a good place They needed to pick up the pace
What would the most expensive poem be about? Would it be rhyme or verse? Or maybe make you want to curse? Would it be written about money?
By Christopher Beard19 days ago in Poets
Nobody listening Not one can hear There is no one there All I can do is sit here and stare Pretend like I don't care
Some found him blunt Others received the brunt Watch out for his blows Because he knows You will realise everything before he goes
I thought maybe it had been sung Wasn't sure what was to come But at least it would be fun Could be outside enjoying the sun
It was my obsession Just learning a lesson In my possession No room for correction Had a connection Had to check my direction
It couldn't happen Then it did Told you it wouldn't Then you saw We were all in awe This doesn't happen
If only I could get it right Need a new idea for something to write Hope you understand my plight Looking forward to a future where everything will be bright
By Christopher Beard20 days ago in Poets
