Anthology of Ironies

[liberated]

People may not visit my blog - so i start 2 copypaste posts from there.

The Anthology of Ironies

Could the ring of life be held
circles dont commence or end
From yourself, can you run
if spirit and body are one
Is it love if at you God stares
Yet infront, He never appears

Can joy survive without pain
Lovers call it a broken chain
Why care for blame or credit
You are not the world's pivot
Does the drunkard lose his sense
last sip gives him calm, immense

Can fireworks let a morning dazzle
Can paled rainbows grant splendor
Isn't the rousing of dawn caressed
when the night had rung silenced
while surrounding you, is air a companion
when it blew away, did you lose someone
Be it a diamond necklace or a cloth ribbon
for a dog, both are collars to kill freedom

Can you take off chastity never worn
Or hear in beloved's whisper a roar
Is love without beauty a fool's myth
or affirmed by an old lady's warmth
But isn't love overthrown by beauty
if nature enchants you by its bounty
can piety illuminate a heart's night
original colors are revived by light

Do you really prefer loneliness over enemity
Fishes tremble outside water, clean or dirty
Is there change in the lines on your palm
When every occurence turns into a harm
Shall you greet death with welcome
if an emotional seesaw, you become

Can we label our life as a friend
it wont leave us before the end
Could the angel of death be unloyal
Alike he treats beggars or the royal.

[hillwalker]

Ugh. I'm guessing you think poetry is supposed to sort of rhyme rather than make sense... which perhaps explains lines like

From yourself, can you run

and

Is it love if at you God stares

The syntax here is so distorted that it is almost painful.

I would suggest you read some poetry first - there's plenty posted on here - then take it from there. And forget about rhyme until you learn to express your thoughts more clearly.

H