We have all this writing Yet what does it mean? Will anyone read it in a thousand years from now? It remains to be seen
By Christopher Beardabout 24 hours ago in Poets
Only some will make it Others will never be seen All we know is that they are written by someone behind a screen
By Christopher Bearda day ago in Poets
Imagine if every time you needed to write it was a chore Hard labour to put down one word Or maybe you had to lift it like a heavy load
Lying all around Everything in a mess Nothing makes sense All in no order Looking further but nothing new
By Christopher Beard4 days ago in Poets
So many questions Didn't know what was requested Had nothing invested Didn't want to do what you suggested
By Christopher Beard5 days ago in Poets
Not is not a knot But nots could be knots But knot isn't a not Not only is a not not a not Also, a knot might not be a not
Just sitting here enjoying the view Hope this is not an illusion So much confusion Hopefully no intrusion Needs to be an allusion
If you were ever missed You should never dismiss Could be something amiss Hopefully it will be bliss Never insist
We are all here to write For some it is a delight Hopefully, nothing is done out of spite Because we all want lots of likes
By Christopher Beard6 days ago in Poets
There wasn't much going on Just taking a look around Not much to do in this town Decided to sit down Nice and quiet
Something was not working Not sure what was lurking Everything was murky Couldn't find out Had some doubt Searching for answers
By Christopher Beard7 days ago in Poets
There was something we should know But no way to find out We keep learning but there is no knowledge Not discovering anything new
