AxAxSxS wrote:I just got time to sit down and quietly read through these. Very much enjoyed them. Create or not, it's always your choice, but please don't stop sharing thinking it's not wanted. This stuff is great and I love seeing approaches to composition. I guess I'd be way more into poetry if it were presented in places other than coffee shops.
sweet man. yeah I know what you mean about poetry and the stereotypes...the poet that really gave me the confidence to write and share was Bukowski...the anti-poet!
Here's a new'ish one...kinda rhymes, which I'm not hot on, but i still like it.
The Last DayAngels wear black
Demons wear white
I can’t see the light
I can’t hear the dark
Trees are cut down
Ducks hunted down
Flowers blown away
the world is not the same
The people I trust
No where to be seen
The can hear my cries
But no one moves their feet
Nothing to live for
Nothing to die for
Nothing to feel
Nothing to witness
Nothing to kill
The end is today
The end is tonight
Yesterday and tomorrow
The end is in sight
Pray for forgiveness
Pray to be free
Hope someone hears
your prayers to redeem
Close your eyes
And clench your fist
Don’t listen to anything
And don’t say a word
The last moment are here
And they are worse than you heard
All of the whimpers
All of the screams
Part of the process
Part of the plan
Now you realise
You’re nothing special
You’re nothing pure
No greater scheme
Life is a disease
That just found a cure
You’re just part of the process
Just part of the plan.