Great poem- wow!

Kyle your poems have a beautiful rhythm, keep up the great work!

Thanks ladyreck67!

Wow, this is lovely! Thanks for sharing!

Roses on a street corner in Chatanooga, Tennessee Dressed in skirts of lurid colors, primarily shades of red, occasionally pink At a loss for money, and supper to eat Live roses on a corner street Roses in this town aren’t genuinely seen They appear as beggars, producing dirty seeds Encountering murky love, leaving putrid leaves Live roses on a corner street Sorrow for roses on the corner street Anticipating to help, but walking on slowly Wishing to let them know that they’re worthy Roses, many roses on the corner street

Thank you ladyreck67, the weather is getting beautiful! I am excited to see warmer days approaching!

Very detailed, nicely written. Thanks for sharing with us!

A lovely poem, thank you for sharing Jackie.

Beautiful!

I love the visual, brilliant play on words!

Thank you Linda, I appreciate it!

“Run with the big dogs,” she whispered into his right ear. She offered her palm towards his, and continued to stroke her thumb across the slippery surface of his hand, now moistened from tears. He was her husband, but in much recent years she couldn’t fathom how he could let his voice not ring out for others to hear, How he much would rather spend Friday nights curled up by the fire with a withered hardback copy of Whitman than venturing into the city on a Friday night, How his insecurities were undeniably visible and uncannily hard to fight. He was an “underdog”, so to speak. A timid mind suited him well. Though, as he re-examined his suit and tie job, he couldn’t help but remember the dreams he had as a child that night.

Thanks G. Donald Cribbs, glad this poem could make you smile! I appreciate the kind words.

Linda, you may retweet. Thanks for the support!

Thank you for the kind words @lindapannell!