PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A thought will be crafted

differently every moment

depending on where

it's enacted.

There's a dynamic beauty in it

waiting to be unearthed.

It fits the mold like clay.



Walking about gives birth

to a web of thoughts.

A mind entangling its surroundings

To mingle

In what it just got.



And how sweet it would be

to place voice recorders

in our souls.

There would be no more need

for poetry.

Consider the thick morning mist of language

as it sits around

your inner-tree.



Words, ironically

make us an enemy

to selves:

Littering on small scales.

Throwing bubble gum wrappers

on stairs.

And placing on window ledges

coffee cups

that we promise to pick up

tomorrow.

Covering essence of earth

incrementally.



We are

as helpless a cause

as pitching tents

and setting up camp

in space.



We are

rich golden jugs

holding but plastic lilies,

when just one shaving

could buy us

enough functional flower pots

for a mansion place.





We are

cups floating in the ocean:

Close to the wetness of soul

but unable to sink.