Poetry helps me pass the time;
when I get bored, I turn to rhyme.
I've had some published in a book,
not that I give a flying f**k.
I know my verse is often gushing;
enough to burn one's cheeks from blushing,
but dirty laundry gets no airing
and on my page there's seldom swearing.
Poetry's the art of showing
beauty's all around us flowing
in a never ending stream,
wants to wake us from our dream!
Vies with us to vary vision
in the valley of decision.
Preaches, but it's never prying;
it tells the truth in land of lying.
Poetry helps me pass the time.
In lockdown, poets turn to rhyme;
we push our pens across the pages.
Defiant, as the fever rages.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2020 03:52
- Comment from author about the poem: for lockdown poets
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
I like this a lot. thanks for the uplifting 🙂 hope your lockdown is seldom boring and safe!
Kevin I can really relate to these observations as lock-down continues and my pen wants to rhyme how I feel inside. Keep safe and well my poet-friend.
Many thanks, Fay. I had my Covid-19 viral test today. I'll get my results in 48 hrs. Hoping for the best. 😘
So very true Kevin.
Andy
thank you.
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