BU3's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by BU3 — There are currently 3 poems total — keep up the great work!

Beware the Road Cruel this road: pointing and promising, lying and leading nowhere. Bruised, bleeding feet slog in monotonous ruts and never suspicion the insanity. Throngs gorge at its endless tables and starve, drink from countless cups and cough dust.... – *by ted s owens*	20 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
In Violent Fields In violet fields, no eye is on the sparrow. It flits amidst the rage of sling and arrow. And though to it no refuge calls, still, It beats its wing until to earth it falls a breathless thing. How frail a thread holds hope above the fray. Too... – *by ted s owens*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Desperation Before Death In violent fields, no eye is on the sparrow. It flits amidst the rage of sling and arrow. And though to it, no refuge calls, Still, it beats its wing until to earth it falls a breathless thing. How frail a thread holds hope above the fray. Too... – *by ted s owens*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

Beware the Road

Cruel this road:
pointing and promising,
lying and leading nowhere.
Bruised, bleeding feet
slog in monotonous ruts
and never suspicion the
insanity. Throngs gorge
at its endless tables
and starve, drink
from countless cups
and cough dust....

– by ted s owens

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added 1 year ago

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In Violent Fields

In violet fields,
no eye is on the sparrow.
It flits amidst the rage of sling and arrow.
And though to it no refuge calls, still,
It beats its wing until to earth it falls a breathless thing.
How frail a thread holds hope above the fray.
Too...

– by ted s owens

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added 1 year ago

Rating

Desperation Before Death

In violent fields, no eye is on the sparrow.
It flits amidst the rage of sling and arrow.
And though to it, no refuge calls,
Still, it beats its wing until to earth it falls a breathless thing.
How frail a thread holds hope above the fray.
Too...

– by ted s owens

11 Views

added 1 year ago

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