hide and seek
This poem is dedicated to pattymac3636. hide and seek by punkie there you lurk behind the scenes your self disguised as her diseased watching replays reading prose plotting how to overthrow…
small joys r/hide up on the shelf
This poem was born in May 2016. I tend to write poetry in despair. This piece is different. More hopeful about the possibility of emerging from pain and reclaiming the joy…
the albatross
I’m not sure where this poem came from or exactly what it means, but it emerged and took flight as a result of a prompt in a writing workshop. So…
empty pages
Awwww, go on then, read the poem… empty pages ©2016 punkie empty pages empty pages blank for ages begging for a thought mock my brain drive me insane ideas…
home sweet Homs no longer
Drones are sometimes used for bombing. They’re also used for taking pictures and videos.
never on sunday or any other day of the week
never on sunday by punkie “Do you believe in God?” He asked. “No,” I said without thinking. Later, I reconsidered. I feel the existence of a higher…
deal yourself a new hand
One night I found myself in tears wishing I were somewhere other than where I was. The next morning I dragged my spirit out of a ditch and told myself to get…
the shape of things to come
A poem about life’s potential and living it. the shape of things to come © 2015 punkie the shape of things to come by punkie i see your…