Winter Roses - Mystic
I shadow their smiles;
insincere, seen and felt, makes
them have empty souls;
I do not do wrong;
I never do corrections,
just perfect mistakes;
I am always right,
fortunately, being that,
I am neither wrong,
nor is nature wrong;
streams do not rise for joy, nor
does a drowning soul;
I like simple needs;
the substances do construe
a burdensome load;
and time for nothing;
the cell phone rings, then again
then...time disappears
of course, such great plans,
always procrastination
will get nothing done;
poetry contest;
I will feign reading them, then
award the losers;
at last, loud demands,
unbearable selfishness,
and it’s all for me.
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.