By Sebastiaan
Quick poems, I don't know if it's a term, but to me they're like haiku's - real short poetry that does not have to rhyme, and, unlike haiku's, does not have any form. Here's some for you:
1.
Morning red shines on
mourning black dress.
Wept tears to tie
the knots back together.
2.
In terms of leaving,
coming, going and being there,
someone shouts
"just passing through."
3.
Dreaming deafening sounds,
sound defeat,
sound the retreat,
I'm homebound.
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