Poetry – Page 11 – JJJ Interactive Books

Her

We all know a her.

I get the blues from watching the news.

I thought he was a flower!

Stop fighting and look into the depths.

Plant a seed with passion and it will bear the most beautiful fruit.

From where do the words come?

You see blood sucking vampires and I see a garden of beautiful flowers with a few pesky insects.

Poetry and writing do help in the search for solace.

When it rains, it comes in torrents.

Is today the day?