More poems

Here are some more of my poems. These are all older ones.

I like to rip up paper
And crumple it in my hand
It’s an underrated occupation
But it’s one I understand

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A drop of rain
Falling
Reflects the sun

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2B

Is it best
To be a tree
Floating darkly in the wind,
To be a bird
Soaring on sunbeams,
To be a worm
Wriggling through the dark,
To be a cloud
Drifting blindly between extremes,
To be me
Lost in the cold
Or just to be
Mindless and alive?

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I watch the roses die.
I watch the leaves fall.
I watch the houses crumble.
Must I outlive them all?

© bardofupton 2018