You thought you saw me But how could it be? At the time I was way out to sea Now I am smiling with glee Hopefully next time you will agree
By Christopher Beardabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Even if I ever did It could have been never said Nothing could ever change It might always be the same Something I found out
Dancing in the light Bringing much delight So amazing some almost get a fright Flashing here and there Can't help but stare
By Christopher Bearda day ago in Poets
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
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 Beard3 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 Beard5 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
