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dannyr122

Poems

  • Children and snow

    Little white men are invading, They are graceful and frozen in flight, Little white men are invading, They are painting the whole world white. They are attacking the trees and ...

    • Poetry
    • Other
    1 min read
  • Suicide Note Of The Weak

    My actions are not a cry for help,For if I wanted help I would just ask.I simply care no longer for life,And am too weak to take it from myself.What ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read


Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins