Poem By steven turner

Sometimes It's a crazy world
And sometimes it all fits
Sometimes I'm on top of it
And sometimes I'm in bits

Sometimes with my eyes tight shut
I can hear the baying crowds
Sometimes with my back straight up
I can reach into the clouds

Sometimes its all simple
And sometimes it's a mess
Sometimes there's a pimple
Which I know I shouldn't press.

Then sometimes despite all this
Running through my head
Sometimes, maybe in a kiss
I'll be somewhere else instead.

Comments about Sometimes

Sometimes it is indeed a crazy world, and sometimes a new poet comes along with a very good first poem. This is one of those times. Well done, and welcome to Poem Hunter!

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