JP (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

Small Poems # 22


Gone to a far away land.
Never to return, only to dust.
Brought forth by the hand of GOD.
Laid to rest, with solemn sod.


Many flow into the wind.
That subtle odor of wayward sin.
Flash past the golden circuit.
Only to find rest in another place.


Gone beyond all bliss in life.
Magma flows from within.
May I walk this world alone.
Only to look for a dream from home.

copyright 1993 POEWHIT
[search: POEWHIT ]


User Rating: 4,5 / 5 ( 1 votes ) 3

Comments (3)

Outstanding composition,10+
I do like these short verses they have so much heart in them...Fi 10+++
a trilogy verses..well penned... Ency Bearis