"riming" poems
Story flying, falling, shooting by.
Rumors passing, going round though we never ask why!
Poems riming, sighing, reminiscing.
People laughing, talking, yelling, screaming.
Doors opening, closing, slamming shut.
Prays being said to the great one above.
Longing, feeling, thinking, though it never lasts.
Faces crying, frowning, smiling, thinking about the past.
Looking in the mirror like somethings a miss.
Us wondering why everyone looks so ******
Ever felt like you were abandoned.
Felt so lost that you were stranded.
To the point where there seems to be no way out.
So you have the weird one comes out to look and move about.
Cretan, ****** the weird one cries.
For Cretan cannot answer.
For the fact is that Cretan is the way out
Jan 29, 2010
Jan 29, 2010 at 4:30 PM UTC
what if my certitudes were lies
what if my soul was not alive
what if my questions were the goal
and worthiest answers were not told
what if this thing was not a poem
that no verse were riming
that they were from different realm
where it exists no timing
when I look back to my old questions
I see misunderstanding and poison
not from the questions, they're guiltless
but from the answers that aren't timeless
some fear have grown to trash
others were created from scratch
but never a time a single question
were to lead to misconception
only the temporary answers
with time has become mind blockers
I think i'm too serious
"what if" is made for genius
for people smart enough to act blindly
fearless enough to work hard and kindly
but since I don't know who I am
what if I choose to be one of them?
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
First frost
riming the landscape
A white dawn
Announced by the crow's harsh call
The waning moon hanging
In a cloudless sky
As the rising sun's rays
Twinkle on the frosted fields.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC