Lethal Lines

Kevin Michael Bloor

My poems, like Aurora's rays,
they shine sometimes on summer days.
Each laureled line of lyrics lays
like nun, on holy ground, and prays.

Then when the savage salt sea seethes,
each poem’s born again and breathes.
Amidst the graves and withered wreaths
its sword, like Samurai, unsheathes.

And verse then bares its biting blade
is deadly as the plant, nightshade,
destructive as a hand grenade,
or Napalm, dropped in forest glade.

My poems penetrate like pain.
They shed cruel tears as acid rain.
These children, of my heart and brain
are lethal, like Abe’s brother, Cain.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 8th, 2022 01:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: lethal lines, a tad unstable. Composed by Cain, not brother Abel.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 10
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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  • Katrina D

    A great poem, should speak to many on this site. Thanks for sharing

  • L. B. Mek

    insensitivity, imbued in words
    always has, always will
    sharing opinions, freely
    is a gift of modernity, we all
    should cherish
    history tried
    stoning people to death
    for their
    innate, diverse way
    of thinking, living
    it didn't work, too well - then
    well, unless
    maybe for the herd majority
    that were doing the stoning
    still, Personally
    I try to apologise, for my words
    at every opportunity
    although, it may never be enough
    to undo
    what hurt, they may cause...

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