Listen to poem:
Thud
The elbowed snooze.
Terminated cruise.
An angel flop
From clouds to drop
To earthen soil.
All whites that spoil.
The unwise sage.
The soggy page
Of book that's bent
And only lent.
The final slice
Of pie that's nice.
The empty room
For party's broom.
Those sinking feels.
Burned catherine wheels.
Song out of key.
Spoiled milk in tea.
The silent voice
Behind the door.
The absent choice
When wanting more.
The moment passed
When dreams should last.
Less gentle thud,
For all that could.
Jinjagoliath
18th July 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
