"discording" poems
**** you, Dandelion.
You are a bitter plague.
Your putrid reputation
sows a discording stay.
Your spread your potent seed,
a curse among the others;
how will thy beauty flourish
when murdered is thy mother?
Rose has her vanity,
Daisy has her life;
but you hold a talent
for fertilizing strife.
**** you, Dandelion.
What a pity to be you.
Thy beauty holds no power,
thy talent ruins you.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
Crap, Dung, Feces, Manure, Nicotine, Poo, **** Waste,
It never mattered to the ears just as long as it has taste,
Not the tactile on the tongue but rather the slip of the sound,
The way it dances in the air all day around and round,
To bounce off the walls and the cliffs,
Getting smaller as each corner takes a whiff,
Until the message of emotion is released,
Appealing to the hearts as never it will cease,
Sometimes clear as the springs harvest bring,
While other times it comes in discording rings.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC