Below is the poem entitled THE SELF which was written by poet
Amezimi. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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One whispering to the cold air
thoughts astride too; a lonely mind
all blessings fine, all curses fair.
an endless cause, from Adam's days
in flight by day, air-borne by night,
and man cannot stop the play.
unheard, misread, misunderstood,
thus actions true and careless yet,
come from the wise, or of the fools.
a bucket full of nothing quite,
the likeness to an empty soul;
unclear, not chromed and yet not white.
unjustified in classes; all
not prime, not poor, nor mediocre
n'er bloody sad nor over joyed.
so plenty here, too plenty dear,
these things to say in little lines,
since words are lacked, and men are feared,
these things unsaid fizz in my mind.
- RHYME BATTLE; ROUND 4 -