Gentleness remains in mind…

Something I feel….

A poem about a homeless woman who receives the kindness from a stranger.

Tears come on cheeks…

I wrote this for my buddy. Because I changed, and it resulted in us growing apart.

A poem exposing hypo critic politicians.

Feeling Lonely is the difficult part in one’s life. Sometime we have to face the same.

Some little drops when run on cheeks…

You, me and all that makes for a lovely stirring.

Its slam poetry feel free to leave comments or ideas.
just as a helpful hint though, commas are only breaths not pauses, and periods are ends of ideas, like stanzas only less dramatic.