Jslambert Mister Roboto Poet Rhyme

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 February 27, 2012 at 12:33 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 October 15, 2011 at 4:01 PM super creative poetry,,,i guess we do try to sell our meanings in our poetry....

Jack Ross Jr. September 25, 2011 at 4:46 PM Very creative write...with love....old Jack

Jack Ross Jr. September 23, 2011 at 2:41 PM Very insghtful write like the "we cry ink"....with love....old Jack

Andrea Dietrich September 18, 2011 at 9:43 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 September 18, 2011 at 11:34 AM Wow.... your rocked this one JS....lovin it...."Poets don't think we cry ink"... hot!!!!!