Through the beige isle, veins of green holler aloud
Lush foliages of maple, yet I pick upon a rosebud
Mists of sentiment brabble, springing whistles of reminiscing
From the floor, they call out to me, unrelenting
I kept at it, pacing across the vast meadow
Lights begin to dim, even so, I shall escape under the nightly glow
Along the paths, I turned over, my gaze fixed on a lonely, yet luminous flower
Gasping for its life, each breath drew me closer, soon after, I saw it flicker
Taken aback, with these bare hands, I gave it my company
As it swayed, we fell in harmony
The fickle daffodil bathed in silence, hapless, it let out a thud
Gently, sunlight veiled its charcoal petals, a light breeze blew, and I too shall return to mud
Categories:
brabble, death, death of a
Form: Free verse
My knuckle busters peel
In an attempt to escape
Stuck in this life
Where the wall of prejudice erects an inertia
My dismal host so generous
The tongue of this hostage it evirates
Desires to brabble for help
Turns out a wish-wash wish
The teething ring in my mouth
Makes me a false of myself
And I can't refute this hell
To passers-by my expression seems hee
Now I hurl in my towel
Let go of my invincible hope
No rescue from this life
Doom, my hope has turned
Categories:
brabble, betrayal, prejudice,
Form: Quatrain