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
Usually I’d try her number Unfortunately my hearts asunder Used to love her, used to hold Useless now, attempts are cold Until things change for now I’ll be Under this cloak of melancholy Urging progress, longing for more Unable to close the heart wrenching door
There never was a letter That can do as much as me Think about it really hard and Thank me when you see The other letters hate me Though, because of jealousy They say it’s not fair that I rhyme That super easily
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
Regal existence, loved from afar Reality dictates we need Letter R Rigid and rugged it’s straight and it’s curved Reading is easy when Rs are preserved Rallying troops or driving a car? Really won’t work without Letter R Reason without one, your point is moot R runs the game, expect the boot
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
A picture says a thousand words At least that’s what they say Although they can’t describe a thing As well as the letter “A” “A” means that there’s others As if there’s two or three And if there was just only one “A” would become “the”
So I’ve decided to dip into poetry, since it’s such an appropriate outlet for expression. Not to mention some of the greatest writers ever were poets (hashtagrolemodels). Reflections It’s not a dying art Unless we let it be Why forget the ways of old Of paint and poetry Our friends can give us comfort When … More Poetry
Love. Is there a better feeling? I think not. We all long for that warm, fuzzy sensation that we get from having someone reciprocate compassion and affection. Its a funny thing, love. It has countless definitions and interpretations. Its helped forge empires and destroy civilizations. Love and affection are what sets us apart from the … More A Friend’s Proposal
How the World Should Work 