Poem -

The Worker Bees Of The Hour

The plants are alive with the sound of industrious bees!
With vigour and might they hover from flower to flower;
Collecting the pollen, they come and go as they please,
And It tires me just to see, the Worker Bees of the hour

Like 1 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 -

An old song I wrote that I...

The world began today
Life isn't handed on a silver tray
We have to find a way
Some...

Poem -

I Know Jealousy

I know jealousy
I hear it, in its silence
I feel it, in its ignorance
I know its...

Poem -

Hormonal Storm

Rage, rage, rage!
Inexplicable rage,
That lasts
for days and days.
Confused and...

Latest poems in Verse

Poem -

Constellation of souls

Stars are the heavens

TO BE READ AT MY FUNERAL
02/04/2025
Constellation of souls....

Look up—what do you...

Poem -

Solitude: Silence Screams

Solitude: Silence Screams

Loneliness creeps into my bed,
Silence screams loudly inside my head,
Shadows of reality...

Poem -

Strength

Strength

I'm doing my everything to get by, and I'm doing my everything to try, whatever life brings, no matter the...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com