When I Die

When i die 
Come to my grave with your metaphors 
Carrying your pen close to your chest 
Let my grave serve your plane sheet
We're having a poetry duel on top my grave 
Seduce the soil to vomit my dead body 
For I've punchlines ready to get your ears dripping 
My iambic pentameter are arranged like graves in a cemetery 
Dug for me a grave of Alliteration 
And wrap me up with assonance 
A Coffin filled with roses of simile. 


©Pensay f|2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Agustin Avatar
November 30, 2024 at 9:36 PM
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.
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