But Mom! Says the little girl, pouting about To the woman, Who feels left than thirteen ‘Twas Tom! The girl cries, as she wrestles and shouts Pulling hair As she’s acting so mean Have I grown? Asks the mother, all riddled and scared To herself, For yesterday seems Like she was Just the poor little girl … More Life Flitters By
King Jordain She knows exactly where my heart lies. Buried deep within that sheath of angst, she knows the truth. She knows I cannot raise my blade to her. This foolhardy campaign is fueled by her insatiable desire for revenge; her misguided malfeasance. Yet reality continues to elude her. The entirety of her army’s morale rests … More On the Eve: 6
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
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
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
How the World Should Work 