How I Write My Poetry

Most of my writing Comes late at night Written in a notebook With a pen So many dreams That keep me awake Finding myself caught Between a nightmare And lost dreams The darkness is my time Neither sad nor bad The darkness is poetic I find happiness in rainbows But my poems are formed in... Continue Reading →


The Dark End Of The Street

They would meet in the dark A secret love in the night No one could know No one could find out They were lovers in the night And they longed for the time When they could stop meeting At the dark end of the street ~A Walt Page original from 2001~ ©Walt Page 2018 All... Continue Reading →

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