"reallistic" poems
the tired weary whatever
that we call "man"
say it sonnetly
say it pentameterly reallistic
or surreal
or in fashion ee
cummings
please!
forget
ts eliot
or ezra pound!
at last!
be found!
walking NAKED BEACH!
looking for your lady
or man
do not elkdoeyt
or
slieinr
or sdo8si
we await
solemn reflection
concerning
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 10:24 AM UTC
Travel through the universe, Someday we might, But is it truely a reallistic plight? Are we scared, to what we would find, But then do we care, in the back of our mind? Is there really a super being, We could believe just by seeing? And does reallity exist out there in space, Or would we disappear with out a trace?
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 5:34 AM UTC
Don't tell him the secret,
he'll run away screaming.
Don't tell her the story,
she won't really care.
But tell me the truth, for
I know you've been dreaming
to tell why you're hurting;
you know I'll be there.
Let not just law guide you,
for justice is blind.
The lady of scales
with foggy eyes stares.
But hold out your hand
(and open your mind)
together we'll stumble;
you know I'll be there.
Watch out for hatred,
for hatred brings pain.
Seek naught of hatred
-in stoney heart lairs.
Love is the cure,
love might keep you sane,
so I love you and hold you;
you know I'll be there.
And when darkness finds you
please say you'll be strong.
The darkness is needed,
for to light it's pair.
I know that it's hard
when you try to hold on,
but let my love shield you,
you know I'll be there.
You know I am Human,
you know I have fault.
I'll try hard to solve
all your problems with prayer.
I'll be reallistic,
no grand canyon vault,
but whene'er you need me
Just call-
I'll be there.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 2:16 AM UTC