The Noisy Graves
Can you hear the rumble and the struggle? The debris the remains and the rubble.
Poems tagged: freedom — Clear filter
Taste Of The Bone
That you do was a plus! I fired up a JumpStart car.
Chained To Myself
My body lies in the cellar, Coated with a daily dose of coal,
This Lock Inside Of Me
Too strong to break Too heavy to shake
Free Slaves
June 1767 High on stormy salty seas,
Locked Poet : Free Poem
She looked at me with eyes anchored by tears, she couldn't even wave at my disappearing figure,