Petals

[jat-balwal]

Another one. feedback and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated...

A creeping monster, that blends into any surrounding,
Or a siren, luring me, beautifully sounding.
my heart pulsates as it seeks me out,
look to me, give me reason to doubt.
There's a finality in the way it looks,
A finality like diagonal bishops and sideways rooks.

Dress me in saffron shirts,
or something that no longer hurts.
Hand me that which cannot be handled,
like he who was made to fly, sandalled.
hold me with your comforting arms,
Rid me of all distracting qualms.

This never happens, the monster hits me hard,
finds my heart, and makes it scarred.
Thats why i lay this into ink,
Silent screams, to make you think.
'whatever happened to the farmer's son,
who started to write, to feel he could run'.

so what happens now? when he is gone
from this world? when he is done
or given up on. we can only repeat that its
finished
finished
finished

thanks for reading.

[jat-balwal]

please comment, im starting to think you dont like me

A sharp, sweet crunch
As heavy footsteps discover ground
And slowly seek
what they call lucnh
Its sweet soothing sound
convinces us that its meek

Nature fears this one
regrets its creation
And is angered by silences
It wishes nature done
To crown itself in coronation
to be appeased by audiences

come look, gaze at its figure
merchant of gravel
and a thief of wives
able to conjure
an unjust gavel
to become ruler of lives

thanks for reading

[Buh4Bee]

Overall, I find the poetry vague and hard to understand. But wait to see what others think.