A Damsel in Distress
That dark patch of water looks cool, A perfect spot to just kick back. Why is that rock starting to drool? Please help me I’m
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
That dark patch of water looks cool, A perfect spot to just kick back. Why is that rock starting to drool? Please help me I’m
A Rhode Island pond – The beaver tastes the cold air As he builds his dam Now somewhere upstream On a vast and dying
The nightshade is a plant locked in a war, They keep their pollen under lock and key From pollen thieves who try to hit their
As cancer leaves us in the dark where is the light? We need some way to track new drugs as they embark In vivo through
Antarctic sea shelves are diverse, With worms and seastars worth acclaim; Conditions are not too adverse, The sea life is never the same. But
You reflect happily on times gone by, On parents that raised you the best they could. Her early life was damaged; you won’t pry.
Why do we place such emphasis on love, Should we just not go forth and multiply? Instead of that person sent from above, Could we
When will we stop to think of what we do? We treat this land as if it is our own; Then all of our mistakes
To soar like a bird would be a grand thing, With flights through cobalt depths and azure seas; Nothing against you but air on your
When everything that was goes with a blink, We turn to our mind’s eye to recollect; Our loved ones, when we close our eyes to