Since Robert M.Smith
Has gone.
Poem Hunter
Not the same!
Its luster and shine
Poetic grace,
Gone!
Feel sort of
Out of sorts
And sort of numb.
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Can words transport?
A Poet, I do not know personally,Has planted voyage deep inside of me,Excited by the worded flight,I read on with such great delight,Her Magic Metaphors appear,Sending my feelings out of gear.The World she opens has no doors,The land she writes on has no shores,Unlimited, her verse is free,Of all falsehood, banalityPoetic Fantasy is she,A source…
Poets,
Too busyRunning,Thru fieldsOf WordsTo harvest,To reapIntellectualWheat,Poetry,The StaffOf Life.
The sadness felt,
For all unjustifiableDeath,Kill to Kill,Murder just to murderThe blood they spillWill,Be forever,Savagery!Not yet civilized,Are we?How low lights burnTo darkness,How sad it is,These lovelyInnocents livesNo longer exist.To take the breath of thoseWho have no one hurt,How terribly unjustAnd criminally, condemnableThe pain is great,The method used was, HateThe inhumanity and horrorOf such acts,Will never be erased!My heart…
Sometimes, you’ve got,
You’re tired of thinking,Just want to go away,On a moonlit ship,That no one can sway,In an absurd world,Of untruths that prey,Upon your sanity,In a political way.So tired of arguments,That just aren’t true,Throughout History,It seems, Nothing is new,At the foot of the Forum,You hear a Patrician say,‘I have a mental club,For you all, today’,‘People, don’t speak,Don’t…
Come,
Let inner sweetness,Prevail,As Love embraces hearts,With its Splendorous,Secret veil
Inexplicably,
The weirder we get,21st century, irreverence?Wanna make a bet?This century, all past we’ll forget,Plunging us into moral apathy,That one day we’ll regret.