Cup

Jauntypoet93

Cup full to the brim

Lips part towards the trim

 

Eyes shine with spots

Mind filled with stops

 

Neat bottles are blood tainted

Her face red and blue painted

 

The melody lacking a taste of love

Empty boneless birds, flying from above like doves

Circling the ground that shoves

 

Sweet Miss Sally should of, would of, could

Felling empty but yet she is very certainly still understood

 

No backing or tracking the sound

Oh merciless emptying draining the flesh as they pound

 

Complaining to the fallen angel

Who eats the a holy fruited twisted bagel

 

Planted the seeds

That bared the lovely weeds

Sacrificing the humble of the village people greed

 

Peace dropping out

Results into a copping out

 

Your eyes bright

Colliding the with ever so dark and so spacious sky of night

 

Will forever and ever

Be the song that was recorded by the angel Never

 

But your cup is full to the brim

And My name is Jim.

  • Author: Lil Ole Jimmie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2016 14:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem I wrote for a class, and I originally got great feedback. However, I want other people opinion of it. I love the fact that there is something beautiful and simple about this poem. I don't know I just love this poem. So please give me more feedback. XOXO Jimmie
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  • WriteBeLight

    It is great. Good job!

  • Augustus

    Sounds to me like the cup is filled with stuff we don't want--- greed, emptiness, no mercy, giving up, weeds. Jim is deciding to head in the opposite direction. Thanks for sharing.



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