A life
Exactly as they intended it ended.
They were choosing what they were loosing.
They had they're heart set from the start.
Walking away unaware without a care.
No concern what they just lost or the cost.
You cloud the view they don't see the true.
Voted for a fake as if they weren't awake.
Grabbed their prize the errors blind to eyes.
The real art hidden in a room signed forbidden.
We closed our doors tight for the night.
Broke out the booze for a think with a drink.
Now we plan the next scammed lie to next try.
The tree
The tree fell in front of me,
it was far away when it fell.
Looking right at it I didn't see,
not until at it, could I tell.
Confused I was and looked back,
wondering if I was lost in thought.
The tree hit and made it's smack,
did I hear anything, I did not.
The roots were pulled to be seen,
the roadway partially it was blocked.
Branches broken leaves so green,
covering the side where I walked.
Interested, but I made no sound,
I had some place I had to be.
I walked myself around,
the wind fallen tree.
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Author:
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- Published: September 30th, 2025 06:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a couple parts of a story line. Fragments.
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Comments1
It is for the first that fave is given although the second is wonderful as well. The theme of the first together with the rhyme of each line like a hammer sinking a nail drives home its point and secures it as a plank. So sadly true. The second leaves a feeling of tragedy a metaphor for the callus uncaring and unhelping had of humans. Nicely written
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