Do you really think that whale confides in you? Now I have a spinning vortex in which to fall And you send your gifts to comfort me? Never bought anything too close For recognition
Ever since the initial blast I haven’t seen my comrades again Well, I haven’t had the right No other day has been slighted
We all knew she handpicked her fraudulent core Beliefs…Way out here. Water on every pore: Crashing on the coral reefs
No telling when but it’s true to be soon She’ll spit out some whine just to take up time And act like they all haven’t already been on a short line For this all-intensive purpose, the ocean isn’t always so kind
There is this bleak sky that looks slightly torn And an open sea that calls out to the shore Every day that we spent is forlorn
We all knew she handpicked her fraudulent core The past is no match for our updated folklore Switches her mind off to the sounds inside
As we progress we shine among Hearts and minds begin capitulating storms And as her impression makes our collections sore She takes my hand on the coral reefs The beast inside: Gnashing
I tried writing poems,
ReplyDeletebut I couldn't find the right words.
I guess I'll plant a tree instead.
:)
ReplyDeleteDo you really think that whale confides in you?
ReplyDeleteNow I have a spinning vortex in which to fall
And you send your gifts to comfort me?
Never bought anything too close
For recognition
Ever since the initial blast
I haven’t seen my comrades again
Well, I haven’t had the right
No other day has been slighted
We all knew she handpicked her fraudulent core
Beliefs…Way out here. Water on every pore:
Crashing on the coral reefs
No telling when but it’s true to be soon
She’ll spit out some whine just to take up time
And act like they all haven’t already been on a short line
For this all-intensive purpose, the ocean isn’t always so kind
There is this bleak sky that looks slightly torn
And an open sea that calls out to the shore
Every day that we spent is forlorn
We all knew she handpicked her fraudulent core
The past is no match for our updated folklore
Switches her mind off to the sounds inside
As we progress we shine among
Hearts and minds begin capitulating storms
And as her impression makes our collections sore
She takes my hand on the coral reefs
The beast inside: Gnashing
That's one I wrote two years ago. Just thought I'd share.
ReplyDeleteoooo I like it. I'm a big fan of anything involving whales ever since I read Moby Dick! :)
ReplyDeleteI also like how the poem developed. It begins with problems beating from the outside, and ends with problems gnawing from the inside.