PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

No matter how meaningless

Or redundant in a literary sense,

These first lines are the spurs,

I say, because I need the words

To spring my horse into giddy.

Now, that being done, the city

Inspires with neon streetlights,

With zombie flow of the night.

My poetry absolutely is a plight

That starts from nowhere, woe,

And flees to dread, black moans.

My sallow mind trying rhymes

In hopes, if not only to be busy,

Then to make this poem pretty.