Best Step Down Poems
It is hard to step down
And abandon my private universe
Utopia….. You may call it
But it’s a heaven of myself
With trees longer than General Sherman
And cascades of Elixir rushing
Down from the top of every cliff
It has animals of all breeds
All live in harmony and at peace
Birds of different colors
Singing melodies to each other
Sun shines there everyday
Rain too sprinkles with the rays
Forming a rainbow of many colours
With every hue bright and clear
Sorrows have been dead since forever
Their graves lie in the bottom of that great chasm
That separates cliffs from the gardens,
Watered by the third cascade
Thanks to that out grown rock
Which won't let the water fall in to the chasm below
Beyond the grounds opposite to cliffs
There are mountains covered with snow
Oh I love hiking in cotton snow
Nights are more magical than you can imagine
A bright moon around the valley runs
Singing lullabies to everyone
Fireflies dance all night beside the milky weeds
Until Dawn forces them to sleep
Who needs wings to fly?
When you have universe by your side
Fearies take up at dawn
To roam around in the Crimson sky
I look at the region beneath
Full of life, hues, joy and peace
Small but enchanted...
It is my life....
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(Paghunda Zahid
April 8th,2020)
Placed 02
In Strand Pick 6 any form, any them contest.
Do you write too early or too late?
It's hard to say at this late date.
Especially when specifics are the only rule,
Writing like this makes me the tool.
I wrote it early and then,
Edited the text...who knows when.
Now I'm in the quibble,
Two more lines to scribble.
Only four words now,
I've done it...somehow!
1/9/17
Draft beer,
chess boards,
and Kerouac cool.
Cerebral grafitti and
a Robot-in-Drag juke box
bubbling out fifty years of good jazz.
A virtuoso burger flipper
destroying the laws of physics,
making gravity play the fool.
On the restroom walls,
the surfaces held
musings of poets
and philosophers…
overwritten since,
by lesser bards
and now
closed.
Soon to be
apartments.
When they keep roaming about
Know something is coming aloud
They will share a plate with thee for now
All for something that you can't see around
Once they gets hold of it, boom! they land
Much disbursement on franchise
Lot of buy buy to appease
Too much bank drafts in the street
But they accumulates back to the teeth
All for proper usage overseas
After ascending the throne,
They grew bones with horns
They become rulers with thorns
Control seats from home
Rotates the post with nepotism
Lot of godfathers settlement
Too many lavishing and merriment
Life overseas for enjoyment
Offspring no where at the moment
But are groomed for the movement
Empty treasury they complaint
Precursor have grind the nation
They have flown with the lot
But budgets is appreciating
Allowance never depreciating
Empowerment still rolling in
Little wonder if it's a journey of mandates
Why they find it difficult to locate the gate
If they can not really appreciate
Because the nation is not their mate
Whether stepping down would lead to hates
Since the masses have no right to the cake.
the job is odd
you did your best
now its time to rest
and step
down not be a clown
its get your feet on the
ground
TIME TO STEP DOWN