Get Your Premium Membership

Living Today

Where are the secrets, the faith and the passion? Money and business are now in the fashion. There is no romance, there is no love, there are no bird songs in the skies above. There is no green grass, and forests and flowers, only shriveling deserts and pale fading colors. Cables and wires are strangling us tight, smog hides the stars, you can't see them at night. There is much science, but not many wisdom, too much revolutions, but not enough freedom. Wise man, and prophets and heroes are vanishing, everything good is perished and banishing. Dragons, elfs, fairies are facing extinction even kids don't want to read that old fiction. Undiscovered lands are no longer remaining from adventures and brave feats everyone is abstaining. There is no justice and no human rights, no satisfaction, only body delights. Compassion and virtue are not common today should be greedy and shameless if you want to stay. There is no hope and no joy, you can find only sadness in these poor human souls, lost in the madness. God stays in darkness, forgotten and blind, He's no longer able to control human mind. There isn't much left you now could believe, only in dreams you can find some relief.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 3/29/2024 7:49:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Login to Reply
Date: 2/7/2016 2:02:00 AM
IRENA, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
Login to Reply
Date: 9/12/2015 7:05:00 AM
Irena,,, awesome write! I enjoyed reading this poem. Skat
Login to Reply

Book: Reflection on the Important Things