"popies" poems
Metal monsters move on mud churned medley
Looks for sacrificial popies relay.
Inch on inch creeps towards black orifice
Photo technicality! Artifice.
Pale sly men tarry in busy canal,
Into human knowledge, thats the carnal.
Men fall to Soho decks complexity
With wishes to die in, dark unity.
Stood before trenches all born creators
Armed with their staff true master debators
Menial movements touches the hot brick
Copious pleasure to make the plot stick.
War! Fought between those that want, de lux fun
By male armies in total! Reduction.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
Daisy remind me of when i
sleep
A reminence of a more peaceful place
A world created from what we bury to deep
A good way to hide whats
truely on the face
But the problem with daisys is there the same as dreams
They die maybe in a few years or even a few days
Reviling the demons and what they mean
Poppies remind me of the war thats been
The hidding of a horrible tradgerdy and the millions it destroys
The mothers and fathers who will Miss there teens
Just to protect the rich's
choir boy
Popies remind me of a world of war
And the millions of people distraught
Roses remind me of
society
Beautiful on top with thorns underneath
Rips at your skin just to pull you down, with gravity
Picked from the crowed slowly destroyed to make someone else care free
Roses reminded me of society destroying you slowly till your unseen
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC