Poetry

[Bob Pacey]

Another Sleepless Night

Poetry, poetry, poetry it keeps swirling around in my head,
snippets of poems that I've seen or sometimes bits that I've read.
The first line is what draws me to them and the words just flow in a trice
short ones or long ones or abstract, sometimes even free verse is nice.

Laying awake in the small hours trying to think of words that will rhyme
I think it's getting closer to morning but OMG look at the time.
Have I really been sleeping for hours, the minutes flow like molten lead.
Poetry, poetry, poetry still swirling around in my head.

Bob

[alongtimegone]

Makes me dizzy thinking about it. Try warm milk Bob. If that doesn't work try rum and warm milk.
Wazza

[william williams]

Try warm milk Bob. If that doesn't work try rum and warm milk.
Wazza


TO hell with the warm milk just RUM will do

[Cropduster]

I hear ya, Bob.

A lot of my work id written at 3 in the morning