PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Time may really not permit us to speak of how dangerously we live; how feverishly this transient life passes.Time may not permit us to speak very much. So, one of the greatest legacies anyone can bequeat his or her coming generation is a relic: a telltale to posterity of all our tears, fears, pains, adversities, and of course, laughter.

(A dream I had).

Mythos poem.

Clarity Pyramid

(I didn't mean to erase your comments, Beeble. I hadn't realized I wrote it as prose instead of a poem. I did the other one the same way. Your comment wss appreciated, and thank you for your compliment♥)

A poem about what happened after the Golden Age.

The most important relationship one will ever have.

When I sleep...where are you when you sleep?