Poem

Poems – subcategory of the Main Poetry category on Angie’s Diary | Online Magazine.

Sand

Sand

The sea was before him, the cliffs were behind. So he sat down and thought, till a thought came to mind. “I’ll build me a house. There’s plenty of sand.

The Brook

The Brook

She took the flower,
the flower she took,
that came down with the water,
that came down with the brook.

Carnivores

Carnivores

He was younger and taller,
dressed nicer than me,
as I went to the store,
for cigarettes and some tea.

Then when I came out.
he was waiting, you bet,
and he said kinda loud,
“Hey man, you got a cigarette?”

Aging Troubadour

Aging Troubadour

Aging Troubadour. I sing sweet songs to serenade the beauty on the balcony. Her fierce duenna has forbade the maid to show herself to me. I hear her trying to persuade her to allow a glance at me. You must keep well back in the shade and hide your face most carefully The lady did […]

When I Die

When I Die

When I die I ask that I be buried so that I lie in the heart of that dense black forest at the foot of those mist-shrouded mountains Dig a deep

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