A Mysterious Encounter at Life’s Crossroads: Unveiling the Secrets of Roy Pullam’s Poem
As eyes look beyond me Even though I do not feel transparent They figuring my…
As eyes look beyond me Even though I do not feel transparent They figuring my…
they call them the ‘wee’ hours, but when enveloped in their dark cover one breathes…
It is ten years The tears have dried But our poor hearts Have not found…
Big, puffy flakes Drift down like feathers The wind tossing them In a crazy zigzag…
I’m sorry we are simply over-full, a bladder of poems bursting. Your poem does not…
The coal stove In the little kitchen Burned hot A large pan Of pinto beans…
When I was in third grade I heard the story Of ‘The Tortoise and the…
Long hikes Naps Eat well Show compassion towards animals Spend less Give unused things away…
Have you ever thought Why sugar is sweet? Why salt is not bitter? If not…
I don’t make them They just become fragile and break I’ll just continue on Maybe…
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