I’m Not Poetic I’m a Poet
Words crumble as I speak
Those words were bullets to them.
My lips mumble as I teach
And those teachings were bedtime’s stories to all.
With a temper of a volcano, ready to explode.
It was sunny as a winter day in Alaska
My eyes were Ice and I could see the snow fall
It’s like my life is a Fashion Show
With no fans but designers all over.
My legs turned into a jelly as I walked on top of the lake.
The wind blew so hard like an angry Witch
With no clear direction, but north facing.
Clouds seemed like balls of cotton
And the moon looked like a white balloon
Clearly my eyes were like a crystal ball
Rolling around the ground of marbles.
The Fire station was burning down
And the teacher failed the test, it
Was like a police station being robbed
A pilot who feared heights
Damn it was a Catastrophe at its best but,
I’m no Poet but I’m Figurative...
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Author:
Carl Zimbiri (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2017 07:18
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about I trying to find myself in the Art side of Life. Its just a Poem
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Comments5
Lol thank you very much Katty
Thank you @Damaged soul
You are a poet, with very descriptive powerful words. dont mind ppl who beg to diffe.r you aren't poetic you are a poet i see and always knew the difference. being a poet is a god's gift to you as you continue to bless the world with it. Thank for sharing,
Well written and expressed Great write
Thank you very much @jccaramelbarbie with you courageous and inspiring words. And I to you as well @Tony36 my bro have a blessed day afterall.
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