Coalhouse
 74700 1
|
|||||||||||||||||||||
CATEGORY
life
A baby's first breath
arrived gasping for new air
Sterile clinical room
Little lungs holler for a bit of life
The spirit moves in mysterious ways
Time pays forward
Moments, mementos
keepsakes hidden on the top shelf of memories
time stolen
time given
Baby to Boy to Man to remembrance
Human hour glass
Sand runs through
wrinkled fingers
Were has all the time gone?
You must be registered to leave a comment. Registration is FREE.
COMMENTS
LP45 says: Beautiful flow beautiful imagery. Beautiful all around Coalhouse. Excellent penning! Thank you for sharing this. |
|||
love_supreme says: Excellent write. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
|
If I could I would If I could I would snatch a star from the night sky And give it to y...  |
|
Leroy (Crack for Sale) Leroy put me down with the game My first 8 ball a street scholarship in my pocket ... |
|
Ancestors There we were Chanting incantations Shouting salutations to the Gods... |
|
No Words No words |
|
The Invisible Empire Strikes Back and the Rise of the Neo Coon This was written in Sanskrit On the walls of ancient halls Find mean... |
|
Its goin be alright Its goin be alright In the middle of the night Demons play hide and seek w... |
|
I use to know her I knew her Her smile They way she rubbed the back of my head ... |
|
Her Majesty Taylor Swift With pomp and circumstance bow To the royal Queen of Streams Slender avata... |
|
Hypothermia Reality has a coldness Wintery aloofness in its tone Delusions feel warm invit... |
|
Poem Improv 1# Check 1 Check 2 Check 3 Check 123 Sending a shout out&... |
