Representative Poetry Online
On this day: June 12th
Random Poem of the Day
1Was is an Is that died
2 in our careless hands
3and would not stay
4 in its niche of time.
5We crumble all our nows
6 into the dust of Was
7not feeling
8 the wind blow with us
9forgetting Was
10 cannot be shaken off
11 follows close behind
12 breathes down our neck
13 guides our reaching hand.
14One day we shall look back
15 into those staring eyes
16and there will be nothing left but
17 Was.