"Green"
by anthony Freddes
Green, green a color so clean,
green, you know what I mean.
Green is a color of love and peace,
green is the color of the house
that's for lease.
Green is grass
like the stain on your.....
Green, well,
we'll leave it at that.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Poetry is Random
Poetry is Random
Why do poems have to be so hard to write,
when all I want is that idea light.
When you need to be writing but nothing rings a bell,
you think of something random like your big garage sale.
You sit there and think and you dream and you dream and holy crap there's a clown.
There's one of those randoms that pops into your head,
even late at night while lying in bed.
Poetry's hard but never lose hope,
because the next thing you know you might write about soap.
Poetry is Random, by Anthony Freddes
Why do poems have to be so hard to write,
when all I want is that idea light.
When you need to be writing but nothing rings a bell,
you think of something random like your big garage sale.
You sit there and think and you dream and you dream and holy crap there's a clown.
There's one of those randoms that pops into your head,
even late at night while lying in bed.
Poetry's hard but never lose hope,
because the next thing you know you might write about soap.
Poetry is Random, by Anthony Freddes
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