Borrowed Ground

Borrowed Ground

 

 

There are bees in my mouth

that won't let any words come out.

They don't sting, they just sleep.

They just lay there and sleep,

nestled in between my teeth.

 

These streets know my feet well.

I always find a way to get around.

There is a cot at the lost and found,

I dream in a borrowed town.

 

Its a cold scene when the rain won't quite

and a raincoat i seem to forget.

Thank God I brought two pairs of socks,

one for my toes and one for my thoughts.

Reviews

[Gastroc.]

as i've said to many others, i'm not much for rhyming poems because of their tendency to sound too forced but i absolutely LOVED this poem. great work.

"Thank God i brought two pairs of socks,
one for my toes and one for my thoughts." -- fantastic.

[{Angel Redd}[Formerly A..]

Wow. This was so simplistic but really deep. People usually overdo things like this, and it gets boring and pretentious, but not this.

[Joel Schwan]

Very nice, very intriguing. You bring me in from the first moment and hold onto my attention quite well. And there is a certain rhythm to this piece that would make it easy to become a song ... I would look into that if I were you. ;D

[pal]

"Thank God i brought two pairs of socks,
one for my toes and one for my thoughts"

wonderful thought here.
a great poem

go on.. more.

pal

[Kelley Pascoe]

This was reall good A.Crews! It would be a good part to a song.
Well welcome to writers cafe and I hope to read more of your work.
Thanks for sharing.
Kelley Frost

[Emily B]

oh, the lost soul put down in words. Your words have a unique twist to them, fun and sad all at the same time. I look forward to reading more.