…everchanging hues.

A poem by cory warr.

If not for the note left on her desk earlier that day, the night could be perfect, but now it has become something else. Something called murder. It was a perfect night for this. She knew it…

I live in a low income apartment complex. When it snows ech tenant is suppose to shovel their own little sidewalk. Well last night we got at least a foot of snow and it is still snowing. I shoveled my sidewalk already. But when the kids come out I’ll probably have to reshovel my sidwalk. Some parents don’t want their little kids messing up their shoveled sidewalk, so they mess mine up. That is being totally disrespectful and against the lease everyone signs. Yet those few parents don’t care.

Fall.

A poem that can be seen in many ways.

Free verse poetry. written to be preformed live. SLAM style.

Strangers passing through my walk.

Some follow the traditional 5-7-5 syllable pattern, others are just short poems.

A.N.Trani.