poem – Tom Poet

There is something to be said About the Cold blue ice The breath of winter But it’s sunshine We all seek You…

Crumbled A Fall leaf Under A Young Child’s Foot. A fragment Of what he use to be. Helpless and Alone. Tumbling Under The Power Of…

Be Little Me. Make my hands burn. They taste like fire. I can feel the burn in my palms The feeling of being denied Do…

I have been on the side of the tide, where the people sit and the sand is soft. The warm toes have little rings…