Assorted Short Poems
Poetry is an opened book,
that is not always understood well...
Who makes this world hell,
can never deserve heaven...
Every day with love and food,
right recipe for a splendid life...
You even pay to play war,
no one lives in this life for free...
Even for the non-fisherman,
the fish is waiting there...
A wild bull in the room,
it only causes damage to the owners...
Calculating the jump well,
we avoid mishaps and holes... !
The ball of life is yours...
all that's left is for you to learn to play...
Potion of water, sugar and salt,
it doesn't injure and saves life...
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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