Winged Warrior Poet Rhyme

Nomads of the Rising Sun

Nomads of the Rising Sun

~~a homeless home invasion~~



We are nomads of this earthly plain, dining with dust and riveting rain
Dancing with demons dictating pain, making stronger our ball and chain
Under siege upon night, undercover and cold, a blvd sign in city’s light
A penal colony in punitive plight, the surreal scenery of a selective sight

Our breaths keep us warm during the semiconscious soporific storm
Weathering away a contorted form, slowly scared by a slaving swarm
Hunger keeps us alive, descending decomposing death, will we survive
Sleepless nights in overdrive extending hands as they reach to thrive

Sadness creeps with the falling snow, tears drop in the moonlight glow
Kept company by a lonely crow, eating crumbs discarded long time ago
Depression dives in deeper, for I am your brother, are you my keeper
Wounded soul sleepless sleeper, don’t want to be a wandering weeper.





Nov.10.2017
Depression and Sadness 
Sponsored by: Craig Hawkins 

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Freddie Robinson Jr. November 21, 2017 at 6:24 AM I agree totally w/James ... Powerful, Deep and Spiritual poem, WW! Out of all your impressive poems I've read thus far, this one is my new personal fave. So full of truth and raw-to-the-bone depiction of reality expressed w/your signature lyrical pen voice. Simply beautiful beatitude poetry. I LOVE this poem! Supernova illuminating write. An instant PSoup classic. Love and joy always, my dear friend.

James Inman November 21, 2017 at 3:48 AM Nice internal rhyme and smooth flow and of course deep content, well done WW.

Arthur Vaso November 17, 2017 at 10:05 PM I dropped by to read this fine poem again!

Arturo Michael November 15, 2017 at 10:43 AM Hey...that top foto looks like me when I'm begging God...Wonderful poem WW...Glad you share those sentiments ...

Line Gauthier November 10, 2017 at 7:21 PM Awesome powerful imagery. Wow.

Akkina Downing November 10, 2017 at 4:48 PM Sad but beautifully written my dear friend "WW"... Good luck in the contest! Hugs and smiles :)

Agnes Krampe November 10, 2017 at 4:43 PM Amazing, ^WW^.

Susan Ashley November 10, 2017 at 3:36 PM Winged Warrior, you have brought this pitiful plight into the light of raised consciousness with your magnificent write. So well written and rhymed - superb! Good luck in the contest!

Vijay Pandit November 10, 2017 at 7:00 AM Sadness rings true throughout this poem--rhyme so well executed, as always--title says a lot--best for a win, WW!

Kim Rodrigues November 10, 2017 at 6:37 AM I love the line: hunger keeps us alive. For sure, it is in the routine things, the jolt of our humanity, that we might attach ourselves once more to the living. Enjoyed the write!

Russell Sivey November 10, 2017 at 4:43 AM You have brought upon me great sadness with this incredibly well written poem my friend! This is a grandiose write, you have outdone yourself with this depressing piece...a perfect entry into the contest (It should do very well)! I am impressed WW, Great Work!!

Arthur Vaso November 10, 2017 at 1:02 AM Beautiful poem, and such a sad topic, you bring this to light very well.