Sympathy bleeds ignorance smashes a hole through your soul,
The commas are superfluous.
Politesse hard yearned those few made parole,
The commas remain superfluous.
Word on the streets: the benign are divine,
Thus the truth speaks:
Your life is yours, my life is mine,
Thus the truth reeks.
I refuse to see, I live in denial,
Is the world really that Ruthless?
But that flotsam on the Nile,
Was once a Babe, toothless.
Father heard his children scream,
So he threw them in the stream,
Saying, as he drowned the third,
"Children should be seen, not heard!"
Condolences.















Comments
I really like this, its very powerful, I don't think there is any thing I don't like about this poem.
--
Firstly, there is no such person as Death. Second, Death's this tall guy with a bone face, like a skeletal monk, with a scythe and an hourglass and a big white horse and a penchant for playing chess with Scandinavians. Third, he doesn't exist either.
But to be honest, sometimes I have very little patience with poetry. But then again, the brilliant stuff you see once in a while makes up for it.
[link]
and
[link]
--
Firstly, there is no such person as Death. Second, Death's this tall guy with a bone face, like a skeletal monk, with a scythe and an hourglass and a big white horse and a penchant for playing chess with Scandinavians. Third, he doesn't exist either.
Sympathy bleeds ignorance smashes a hole through your soul
It feels like it needs a comma in there somewhere, but overall, excellent work.
--
Prose Admin for =DailyLitDeviations
Send me suggestions.
I like it alot
--
I like the words Smashing, Golly, Gosh, Corking,Cracking and Soliloquy.
My current contest [link]
I'm a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations
But the commas were left out intentionally.
--
Firstly, there is no such person as Death. Second, Death's this tall guy with a bone face, like a skeletal monk, with a scythe and an hourglass and a big white horse and a penchant for playing chess with Scandinavians. Third, he doesn't exist either.
--
Firstly, there is no such person as Death. Second, Death's this tall guy with a bone face, like a skeletal monk, with a scythe and an hourglass and a big white horse and a penchant for playing chess with Scandinavians. Third, he doesn't exist either.
Previous PageNext Page