Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jamie King May 2018
In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears become prey as their
tales are painted in pane,
while the hungry eyes peek
away,
Pieces of a heart shaped
by the bleeding vane,
breeding dismay.
There, the blind ******
scene on the road to heal again.
broken Hearts and healing souls sometimes the healing souls are the heartbreakers
# double entendre # triple entendre
Poetrylover May 2016
Growing up as kid with a dream of living in a jungle around animals.
Well, the dream came true but there was no jungle.
we are surrounded by animals, but poetry always saves the day
Jamie King Apr 2015
In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears turn to prey when their
tales are painted in pane,
while the hungry eyes peak
away,
Pieces of hearts shaped
by the bleeding vane,
breed dismay.
There, the blind ******
scene on the road to heal again!
broken Hearts and healing souls sometimes the healing souls are the heartbreakers
# double entendre # triple entendre
NewAgeOfAnarchy Nov 2014
Hell, is place of madness, it a jungle of darkness.
The sky is red as blood, the water black as the night.
The sun is blinding, the screams of despair cause your ears to bleed.
The darkest forms of torture reside there.
©2014 copyright Michael Cross

— The End —