barefootrunner

CulpritEcstatic, she leaps from the pyre of her makerand singing, affords him a kiss of delight.She does not yet know where the breezes will take her,but laughs, spinning, whirling – ...

I have nothing against free verse... Really! To poets who find themselves past using meter – To poets who write without syntax or rhyme,To those who think writing in free ...

There was a young prince, George the Great,Who swore like a bloody first mate.His mother's last hopewas to call in the Pope -He gave George an R18 rate.

There was an American dude,Who'd eat any foreigners' food.He was sent to Shanghai,Tried a strange-looking pie,Now he pecks like a right little prude.

Pen it as light as a sandstorm,Write it as witty as a duck.If we're not laughing,We're probably barfing - Being morbid is trying your luck.Write a disgusting ballad,Forget being politically ...

Yo, mozzie, buzzin bout my bed,the name's Black - Jacob Black,an' if by midnight ye ain't dead,then I'm a bit o' dental plaque.Smack!Ye demmed thing, I'll getcha!'cos the name's Black ...

I am not steel that is cold and dependable— I am weak. I cannot harbour a thousand roofless souls—

When I see a garden— I see the clay choked in bindweed and purslane, The mire cracked beneath countless water hyacinths. I see canarybird vines insisting on heaving At the ...

Just a rough poem on a child moving from English Home Language to English First Additional Language.