Poem -

Misery at its largest

Two women sit on withered park bench

One holding a baby the other an unidentified bundle

When the baby cries his mother dreads

But the bundle owner dreams of the small life

She could have had

If only a little more strength

If only a little more luck

He is gone and so is her faith

But still she clutches his blanket

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.
Poem -

The Man

And with his lies he makes you weep

Promises he’ll never keep

Of jewels and gold and bridal...

Poem -

Happiness

When I am sad

I despise those who aren't

Not because they are happy

But because I...

Poem -

Misery at its smallest

He has left once again

With a woman known well

But also nameless

Her scent smothers...

Latest poems in Tragedy

Poem -

In the Cold Darkness of...

Love feels like a dark and frozen world,
missing you until it hurts,

longing for your warmth...

Poem -

A Letter To The Past

Valerie

-----

I write this letter,

A burden to release,

Years of silence,

...

Poem -

BIOLOGY CANCELLED

BIOLOGY CANCELLED

No more Biology?

No Sex Education Classes?

No Genealogy Tests to help save lives?

...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com