Greatest weapon
Theta was here, it was a cloudy day and yet so warm and comfy the couch felt like a cloud and the blanket felt like a shield from the world.
- A click from a finger or dragging of lead which ever you may choose
Writing and creation is something to partake in an idea you must amuse
- Invention is a shard hot and ready to beautifully combust
It keeps life from becoming extremely dull and more robust
- Click clack while the creator types, scra sings the pencil on the paper
Productivity is an addiction for the literate we can sleep when we die later
- Blooming into ourselves and into the captains of craftsmanship
For we craft art & our souls & are satisfied when we sit down & bite our lips
- We are the pioneers of tomorrow and we also try to make it better
We radiate and try to blind the darkness of life to bring up the weather
- So lift your weapon of choice and rejoice to go to battle against the world
We are tired of sadness and death so these weapons we will hurl.
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2019 11:08
- Comment from author about the poem: Morning my fellow poets i hope you all have a wonderful day. As always suggestions and feedback is welcomed. - T the scholar
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- Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm.
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Comments2
Good write T.
Thank you for the kind words.
Sincere thanks for this cascade of reasons that a real poet has to continue writing....... a medley of feelings inside that daily demand a means of putting words on paper or screen - - your encouraging trumpet of happy encouragement made my fingers itch to begin crafting again today my friend. Into my faves with this piece for sure.
I am honored to hear that you enjoyed it Fay.
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