Submissions by windridge (Tony Porto)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
T porto --street poet
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2011 4:58pm
4th Nov 2011 4:58pm
Odd
odd
#environment
#money
#TruthOfLife
91 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2011 4:42am
28th May 2011 4:42am
out of our mind
o
#loneliness
153 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2011 7:57pm
18th Apr 2011 7:57pm
facade
beauty lies not
#beauty
#flowers
#nature
189 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Apr 2011 3:03am
13th Apr 2011 3:03am
time
time is so slow
171 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2011 1:08am
7th Apr 2011 1:08am
moving alond
Moving Along”
Creation
has given
to me these gifts
I want for to give
it away
For the beauty of
moving along
Creation
has given
to me these gifts
I want for to give
it away
For the beauty of
moving along
151 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2011 00:58am
7th Apr 2011 00:58am
steps
If you see me
would you really
know me
So much of the time
I walk in my steps
laced up in your
shoes
would you really
know me
So much of the time
I walk in my steps
laced up in your
shoes
#identity
812 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2011 4:28pm
3rd Apr 2011 4:28pm
money
A bunch of
money
is never necessary
to live
A bunch of
money
is essential
if you regret to give
money
is never necessary
to live
A bunch of
money
is essential
if you regret to give
185 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2011 5:32am
30th Mar 2011 5:32am
rumors
To assign truth
To rumors
Only degrades and
Retards
The human in
Being
To rumors
Only degrades and
Retards
The human in
Being
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
218 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2011 4:03pm
28th Mar 2011 4:03pm
wishing
An Artist
wishing I was,
Then might not be so
fearful,
Walking with no
floor below or above
wishing I was,
Then might not be so
fearful,
Walking with no
floor below or above
171 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2011 8:26pm
27th Mar 2011 8:26pm
miracles
I was in
your jails,
And the Lord sent me freedom
Went to a war
where we were killing
young boys,
And the
Lord sent me freedom
I was in the desert
And the
Lord sent me snow,
Miracles follow
not always as told
your jails,
And the Lord sent me freedom
Went to a war
where we were killing
young boys,
And the
Lord sent me freedom
I was in the desert
And the
Lord sent me snow,
Miracles follow
not always as told
216 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by windridge (Tony Porto)