A lot said,
In small space,
With very little ink,
But that should open
Links that make you
Think!
Poets are stingy
With their
Face to face,
They want to make
Sure
No thoughts go
To waste,
They want to reach
Quickly, the heart
Of all matters
And sum up the total
Before inspiration
Just fizzles,
Or shatters.
So little time,Is anything resolved?No, not by a Rhyme.But at least you’ve tried,To take a step further,Even though, you knowLife and Logic,Never seem to coincideOr go together.
And yet, all the poet wants,Is to be read and to be heard.
Who are you,Life?I know whereYou finally end,But your purpose,Life,Why does it bleed,Why do we suffer,Make others pain, tooWhy do we keep planting,The Bad SeedOf wars and misery,Not caring,Where all tragediesLead!It would be so simpleTo live in harmony,Working togetherNot fighting, the SeaThe Olive branchCarried,In each soul,That’s free,Tell me LifeI implore you!Why, cannot,Peace, Be?
Life is short,Eternity, greed.
Amazing Art!Can take us,Where ever it wants,Being the pinnacleOf human sentiments,Irresistible, callEver appealing.
Is what many PoemsHold,You have to Love it,Never does grow,Old.
