English Poetry - Thousands alone

Thousands Alone

Not with small numbers with minor descriptions, Not with little thinkers with menial thoughts. Graves put the sands aside, Thousands of numbers feel alone.   Troubles that appeared one after the another, Seems levels wishing for no longer mishaps. Onto…

A Man in the Night

A man in the night, sound-minded, His wife at his back, on a bike. Feared with his fearful pasts, Anguished with his lost lasts.   The one alone in the street, Passed in the very last of his chores. I…