Poppy B. Humble Writes…
Hi, I’m Poppy! An aspiring Australian author, poetry and prose alike, whatever inspires me day to day is what turns up in my art.
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Creative works by Poppy B. Humble
Creative works by Poppy B. Humble
Hi, I’m Poppy! An aspiring Australian author, poetry and prose alike, whatever inspires me day to day is what turns up in my art.
Is this what the poets mean, When they talk about the songbirds’ birdsong,A call of nature pure and filthy. Is this what the poets mean, When they talk of flowers, roses and violets aplenty,Innocence and humour intermingling.Is this what the poets mean, When they talk of the sky, blue, and pink and red and orange…
For Nana The tigers you see from the entrance,They framed my childhood.I imagined them roaring and movingAnd living wild all from the comfort of your living room.In that little house on Brown Street,You let me play,You let me bring in a bowl of snails,You understood that I was strange. When they escaped you’d hug me…
Sometimes I wanna take my car and drive away Someplace far and beautiful and quiet, Drive and drive and drive till I find the end of the earth Then drive and drive and drive some more. I look to the sky and I beg the gods above and below, Beg them for a reason, beg…
I am a star, bursting thousands of light-years away. Eyes empty and dull as it happens, All you see are the sparks of it all. An explosion for matter and heat, An explosion for creation and burning. I am dead when you see me, Living in the past days, light-years away. The picture of me…
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