Poet Trees --For Sale

Poet trees don't think we cry ink... eyes pink; face ta' face blink; then sink to brinks of Disgrace; lips trace mirrors whole selling fears we die here souls are sold this way today cut ties with lies here and Buy Here

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 2/27/2012 12:33:00 PM

Thank you for your kind words on my poetry. It is always a pleasure to read your writings JSL. Love, Carol

John Aaron Green

Date: 10/15/2011 4:01:00 PM

super creative poetry,,,i guess we do try to sell our meanings in our poetry....

Jack Ross Jr.

Date: 9/25/2011 4:46:00 PM

Very creative write...with love....old Jack

Jack Ross Jr.

Date: 9/23/2011 2:41:00 PM

Very insghtful write like the "we cry ink"....with love....old Jack

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/18/2011 9:43:00 PM

Hey, Mr. SLAMbert, thanks for your cool comments. And this poem SURE does justice your nicname. It feels very modern like what a slam poet would write (though not exactly a slam poem, is it?) Luv, Andrea

Chiquitachiamaka Baity

Date: 9/18/2011 11:34:00 AM

Wow.... your rocked this one JS....lovin it...."Poets don't think we cry ink"... hot!!!!!