Carpe Diem Poem, by APB, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

Fresh and lively coffee,

The week spoke to me,

Quarter ate sandwich,

Can't fill the void with that,

No appetite just desire,

Have your hands touched clouds?

Pale, delicate, never mine,

I would meet you anywhere,

You're not paying, I am,

You look magical when the wind blows your hair,

Be careful when you cross the street,

I said go and you really went.

Comments +

sorenbarrett March 25th, 2026 08:39
This poem carries the feeling of the title. It is light and moves quickly from one thing to the next just as time does. Well done

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