A stands for aesthetic

Netashi

Coin Flip

Theta was here, on a hill about to leave school was he dropping out or was he graduating, didn’t matter the world was still spinning and he was alright with that.

  • Each breeze seems spastic but sharp as if it was hurried

The leafs fall neatly in a unproportionate pattern my vision still blurry

  • My glasses felt slant but comfortable to an extent not like a pillow

The flowers blooming some are growing and others gracefully willow

  • Noise of cars and bicycles fill the air like orchestrated noise

Its music for some but for others it holds no such poise

  • Clouds in the sky crawling to their destination with no emotion

While destiny sits on the ground setting people’s life in motion

  • She loves everyone but the boy in the distance staring at her

It seems she accidently forgotten about him and alone life he must learn     

 

  • Author: Ernie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2019 11:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: Morning my fellow poets i hope you all have wonderful days, as always feedback and suggestions are welcomed. - T the scholar
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 25
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  • Netashi

    Does anyone know which book i referenced

  • Fay Slimm.

    Some adeptly crafted imagery in these engaging lines Theta - - a telling tale about youthful happenings and the changes love takes at the drop of a hat ...........I applaud that final well-rhymed couplet.

    • Netashi

      Thank you very much for the generous words

    • Chocolate

      I like it, but as a piece I feel like it needs to be expanded on.

      • Netashi

        It felt short to me as well glad someone else felt that way too

      • laurenroe

        I enjoyed the personal connection that you displayed through this piece! Good work


        lr

        • Netashi

          Thank you for the kind words and input



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