Poetry once saved my life
when I was shackled to a wife:
(The first, I'm on my second now,
this one's not like the other cow.)
She's kind, and cares about my rhyme.
My ex. condemned it, called it crime,
that verse which was a real life line,
an anchor for this soul of mine!
So, poetry is versatile,
it leans T'wards any living style.
In love? Then it's an angel’s wing.
In hell? Will make your sorrow sing.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2025 03:47
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
You are so wonderfully blessed to have such support in poetry 🙏🏻🕊
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