Kchance74754's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by kchance74754 — There are currently 8 poems total — keep up the great work!

As the Willow Weeps Listen to the willow as it weeps Its pores wet inside so that it seeps Exuding sorrow all the while till morrow Breaking its branches feeling empty and... – *by Kenneth Chance*	11 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Jagged Peaks Jagged Peaks My heart sometimes stays as a will In the deep dark night so still To the string of emotions on call Hanging on by a thread I cling With the voice of Screech, I sing The melodies frozen in my throat And thoughts in my head my... – *by Kenneth Chance*	13 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Blue Baby Blue I don’t remember exactly when I first saw blue It was the blue of the ocean hue The smell of the oyster dew As I slept in my crib with bottle... – *by Kenneth Chance*	28 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
When It Rains I love it when it rains A drop on my eye when on the windowsill the ink stains A fresh perspective as I trod the new limestone... – *by Kenneth Chance*	12 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Trapped In Work As I rake over these coals I make my brain I brake my struts Which seems insane Ploddering Doddering Cauterizing Wrappin Dappin... – *by Kenneth Chance*	18 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Two Roads Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And I stood there contemplating inner workings of me On a trek to reveal the road to should With ink and pen interwoven with hemp and creed I’ll think nothing of it if the diverged is... – *by Kenneth Chance*	57 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
The Queen of Bloom With the imminent tides of gloom She looked at her subjects and spelled doom Her hands wrapped in bolts—zoom! Straight from the Gods I assume As the seas continued to roil The oceans appeared to toss and toil At the mere thought of life on soil... – *by Kenneth Chance*	18 Views added 2 years ago	Rating
Hope The grayish sky cannot abstain Even damper my effluent spirits An inkblot DYE on my skin WILL NOT even sink below my heart An effervescence I cannot contain It produces an ebullient shine That dulls the dusty and grimy grit of it The uneasy and... – *by Kenneth Chance*	20 Views added 2 years ago	Rating