This is a poem that I just wrote using the concept of a wallflower, in its meaning of a person who will show up in a social setting but avoid the spotlight. My great-uncle wrote a poem about a wallflower once that my mother liked, and though I haven't read it, I was inspired by it.
This is a poem that I wrote comparing the changing of days in different seasons to elastic.
This is a poem that I wrote recently about how to the core of the essence of truth, people really know and own very little. We are taught things and believe them, and hold things and claim them, but in reality we only know our thoughts and own our bodies; nothing more.
I don't think that I have previous made any posts containing multiple poems, so I thought that this might be fun. I was up late last night, just wired with inspiration and melodies in my head, so I ended up writing four poems very quickly one after another. Only positive thoughts; only good inspiration; only in the dead of night.
This is a poem about having a nameless inspiration. I often write about a nameless her, romantic poetry inspired by no one in particular, and this is about that concept.
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