When my house is filled with loneliness
It forces me to flee away to the web-pages
To be there to play with the ignorant
I should firstly figure out how to behave
Someone's warning shouldn't be ignored
Which warns me how to post a poem
Which is supposed to expel the boresome out
But needs to map out the inspector's thoughts
I therefore be afraid of expressing freely now
Because of the censorship that they ask for
I am not a man of speaking as I believe anymore
In case I will acquire troublesome even more
Categories:
boresome, freedom, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
THE POOR MAN'S HOME
In a Poor Man's home
There is no wish
Not even on your dish;
No choice, but not boresome.
In a Poor Man's home,
Nothing is found on a silver platter;
Not even on a clay platter;
No rejoice, but not toilsome.
In a Poor Man's home
You can't pay your fees
Not even on your knees;
No voice, but in all, its awesome.
But tho' it seems today bitter
It'll be tomorrow sweeter.
Categories:
boresome, africa, cry, happy, life,
Form: Sonnet