Son a garden lost,
Left home and never looked back;
Mother's heart forlorn.
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Son a garden lost,
Left home and never looked back;
Mother's heart forlorn.
Mother's heart forlorn;
Feeling sting of rejection,
She weeps all night long.
She weeps all night long,
Because no answer exists,
Crushed with emotion.
Crushed with emotion,
Heart of shattered splinters bleeds,
Boundless sorrow weeps…
Boundless sorrow weeps—
At the tomb of His dead friend—
“Lazarus, come forth!”
(Yes I did, thanks.; my goal with that poem was to make it as short as possible but flow very smoothly. The rhythm of the poem makes it roll off your tongue in just a few seconds..)
"Lazarus, come forth!"
your omnipresent desire,
depleted, I condemn
sorry...got in too late! and now I'm really confused...
my apologies...I did not mean to cut you off. :(
Depleted, I condemn
Those threatening sanity,
Ego anchors self.
Adolescent, why don't you post your lovely poem in the "share poem" thread? It would be nice to share it there. I think in here, it resembles a series of Haiku and it is confusing some people. I thought it was Haiku's at first, too; now I think Susan S thinks it is and does not know how to proceed with H thread lines.Quote:
Originally Posted by Adolescent09
The poem does flow nicely; I like how you described it to me. Janine
Ego Anchors Self
But the anchor sinks the boat
please don't drown yourself
Please don't drown yourself
Virginia Wolfe, such insight;
Worlds we can not know.
Worlds we can not know
what lies inside of his head?
I haven't a clue.
(I often seem to be clueless, don't I? Sensing a haiku trend here . . . hmmm. . . .)
I haven't a clue
like scooby-doo slip-sliding
being chased by ghosts
Being chased by ghosts,
Gray myst floats by my window
Shutters in the night.