Nematoda Posted May 21, 2009 when poetry rhymes its coughed out covered in slime left un-buried like a war crime starved of meaning, then hang for dry it pleads with its makers, in sobing cries empty and shallow, it meaningless, "why" beacuse poetry is a live. it cant be conjured for applause. it must have meanings, and laws. if poetry could speak it would scream "slaughter" twisted then clenced with blood as itsbath water. void of meaning, then passed around. nailed tothe cross with thorns as its crown. left naked in the corner, licking its wounds. re-named, changed, then declared profound. if it took revenge there would be hell to pay. many so called poets, would be in dismay. beaten and tortured, for their deaths they would pray. the laws they so proudly broke they would obey. oh how I wish fo that day. then again, even poets can dream cant they?. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chocolate and Honey Posted May 21, 2009 stunningly beautiful. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
MellowBird Posted August 15, 2009 haha funny poem Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites