My Poetry Speaks (Part 2)


SPEAKETH! And I shall bewidow the traits of heart

Scattered is the bushes of dismay

How dare she speaks of rubber love

When rubber love is fake?

Let us be rebels of our own dismay!

Such love is content in despair

And madness is the thing that screams, 'at ease!'

For I only have one life to live

And dammit! How the widows play

Such poetry speaks in rhyme

For we all have something to say in this world of hate

My guess is that poets are all equal

Oh to sin and sin alike...

It is the poet's American dream

To damsel my way into your heart

To capture the waves of solitude,

Sweet words do speak in rebel ways

For whom does the glass shoe tickle?

For my rebel heart speaks off-key

One solemn rose is for your solemn feet.

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: May 22nd, 2024 22:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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