Zealots desired to bless my soul Zilch is my energy left Zoned out, these odes have taken their toll Zoo in my mind, though ’twas deft Zip up this project, my brain can now rest Zero letters now lie ahead Zephyrs now soothe me, caressing my chest Zodiac today – time for bed
What is this world? This Earth have we Spinning around, chaotically I often gaze through tear-dropped eyes Those bright sparkling lights dotting our skies Wondering if there’s order above Justice, hope, worlds filled with love Returning my gaze to all this around The hatred, the malice, war with no sound Listening to silence, … More What is this World?
You may think these odes of mine Yawn-inducing, wastes of time Yet I attest validity Yes they’re written passionately Yesterday I couldn’t show it Younger me was not a poet Yearn for greatness, one day bestow it Years from now, I hope you know it
X can mark the spot I see Xanax needed this entry Xi is Greek, it’s fourteen Xeroxed words, all randomly Xystus too, as I mentioned Greece Xebecs sailing open seas Xerosis I suffer cerebrally Xenial X was not to me
Very strong, vivaciously Voltage high, tenaciously Veer this verse, voraciously Vaulting over prose you see Violence in these words you read Viking frame of mind have we Vibrant in philosophy Verbiage is our currency
Supposed vision we are told will Save the world today Sorry if I disagree So many told to stay Spite and harm are currently Sawing through the way Someday hope for peace and love So hate will go away
Quiet! I must concentrate Q is hard to satiate Quarrels make me want to quit Quirks in words which don’t quite fit Quorum comes when all are here Quickly now, our quest is near Quantify a love for two Q is married, to the U
Paper, pencil, pen and ink, in Prose I’ve grown to speak and think Public platforms, message boards Poetic guide of rhythmic chords Poems are pretty, I think it naught Pretentious such as some have thought Pious I shan’t think it so Poetry shall help me grow
Over, under, bottom, top Odes to letters never stop On the day I get to Z Old and wrinkled, I may be Or young and youthful, hopefully Only time will tell, you see Our lives are short, we need to grind Otherwise we’re wasting time
Naughty naughty little N Never helping me Nothing useful ever comes from Negativity No and never, none and nor N is oh so rude Neighbors M and O must want to Nix that attitude
How the World Should Work 