Rues Poems - Poems about Rues

I wouldn't claim you weary me For Muse, it's me, apparently Here...

Continue reading...

I'm a small street, big street, narrow, wide... down street, top street... Important, imposing, left, right... Street of the dream, street of suffering, streets of the lost whores... Rua do Sol at noon, moon street at night... abandoned dirty street kid lying on the sidewalk, intriguing dark street robber...dangerous street... river street, beach street passers-by street passersby hurried elegant... Augusta Street, Florida...Fifity Avenue... Avenue, Gasse alley without teeth Old Town... street of creatures night, lovers... Car streets and of coaches...streets parallel walkways fashion... street from anywhere streets that lead to failure or to success...street of people who live in...

Continue reading...

If only I could bring back the days when I was twenty-one, and could choose who I wanted to be with until eternity, I would definitely pick a poet. A poet: who could make brown leaves into green, who could bloom drought dried flowers, who could make haunted woods a castle, who could change my tears to sweetwater, who could dance words through my face, who could sail me in sloops of smiles, thru...

Continue reading...

Tarnished tracks of thought converge at dead end unknown, frozen time in tunnel rusts on scarlet scale of past, stilled present disowned, rues in blue. (English is my second language) August 17, 2019 Syllable count : 5/7/7/6/8 Checked on howmanysyllables.com Contest : Second Edition Of Wayra Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud...

Continue reading...

Urban Dare to touch me without any rules. Dare to see the spectacular view on us In the nearest past Covered by shadows, covered by dust. How passionately the wind blows away Our words. It hurts so much not to remember, To feel left out of the game When your name is an endless source of tenderness. By watching the...

Continue reading...