abanti asked in Arts & HumanitiesPoetry · 2 months ago

THE PATH... what about my poem?

THE PATH....

Many words came into my mind,

when i was alone on a unknown path,

and they were going to talk each other,

to make a sentence...

A vital war between them,

on the ground of silent pains,

no promise , no purpose,

just a battle of red tears...

After the end of the war,

a sentence came out

and tells,

i should return the same way,

as i came,

because my home is now so near...

so close....

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  • 2 months ago

    It's not as good as this poem I wrote:

    Conversion, software version 7.0

    Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub

    Eating seeds as a pastime activity

    The toxicity of our city, of our city

    New, what do you own the world?

    How do you own disorder, disorder

    Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep

    Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep

    Disorder, disorder, disorder

    More wood for their fires, loud neighbours

    Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck

    Eating seeds as a pastime activity

    The toxicity of our city, of our city

    New, what do you own the world?

    How do you own disorder, disorder

    Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep

    Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep

    Disorder, disorder, disorder

    New, what do you own the world?

    How do you own disorder

    Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep

    Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep

    Disorder, disorder, disorder

    When I became the sun

    I shone life into the man's hearts

    When I became the sun

    I shone life into the man's hearts

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