"kicky" poems
Are those parts of my folly?
Those words that I carve to end up with a poesy
I love my hobby in a way that it's kicky
In a sense that in this world, I am free
That a pauper can be a hero daily
For in reality, those events happen in paucity
But it's my wish that this occurrence will not be of perpetuity
For most of the poor possessed a heart of humbly
But really, of most battle poor can hardly get the victory
But it's always to them belongs my sympathy
That If only I got the key to end up their poverty
I will not think twice, simply I'll set them free...
Written: June 30, 2001 @ 8:12 am
Mysterious Aries
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
Running goat
Runs so fast
Speedy goat is kicky ***
Finish first
Win the race
Goat won't gloat for rapid pace
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
Daydreamer in the sun,
deep thinker at night under the moon.
Her soul is awakened to a kicky spirit,
as she walks along the shore
barefoot on the dunes.
She is a wanderer with a wild heart,
brave and fearless.
Peace seeker living in harmony and freedom,
traveling along her path,
she has never been a follower or a leader.
Her eyes brilliantly glow in the light,
along with her captivating smile,
as she meets kindred spirits
on her travels and stays for a while.
Musings about her past dreams,
she buried her lost love turning it to stone,
hence writing a love story Gypsy once lived,
now spending her days writing poetry peaceful and alone.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 3:56 PM UTC