Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 29
Born to peace?
An avid picture, living well to do
In the grasp of others and wise, adding a feats
Surprise, like the common exhalation of who...

Burdened with irony
Stirring the sight of contemplation
Sulking has me by the familiarity
Of a concern, in the name of popularity again

Bought wisdom, purposed energy
Sensitive voices to affirm the notion
My brief encounter with fame, is a human decency
In distance and harmony, for a liberty's portion

But, is the silence I break, a tradition?
Today is a behalf to understand, harrowing or courtesy
The ripeness of our tongue, to collect an intimation
Will a survivor of my promises, begin to worry?

And the tone of a required voice, to the table
With the past, present and forever known to relent
Is my notion to accept you, from fact or fable?

Long in could, modest if apprehension shows true
Saving guarantee, if graceful eyes, seem to bestow anarchy
Letting us and a friendship in heaven, come complete to you
Written by
David Hilburn  51/M/Des Moines, Iowa
(51/M/Des Moines, Iowa)   
   davin habenicht and Diya
Please log in to view and add comments on poems