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
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
How the World Should Work 