The poor helping poor.
The rich helping rich.
More fenels in a stoker match
and best get rich.
Categories:
decimation, assonance, community, conflict, culture,
Form: Quatrain
While waiting for the end
I noticed a flower.
And waiting for the end
I lowered in dower.
When saying to myself
there's water to loure.
When draying to myself
I watered the flower.
When all of the life
I chose to honor
was what of the life
I bent to donor.
Then bowing to say
I spent life flounder.
Was all in my life
I lent past lounder.
Categories:
decimation, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Quatrain
When the wicked aired commercials
they never thought they'd watch.
Till they all became intriqued
and failed to see the botch.
When they all went on to shopping
and no one really cared.
As their lust for making money
meant much more work despaired.
And their greed became more desperate
as their products grew more cheap.
And they raised their prices higher
as their stuff broke down in heap.
And the Earth became polluted
as the wicked gave comply.
And their leaders earned our praises
where the deaths of all apply.
And the Devil stood there waiting
for the world to be as one.
When he offered us our freedom
to which we'd all succumb.
Categories:
decimation, abuse, analogy, corruption, death,
Form: Quatrain
We may have had none, one, two, or more
Intricate mistakes we quell to adore
Unconsciously transcending perfidy from the heart
Counterfeit penitent that epitomizes the start
Remiss to the love that ensure no art
Mad that it happened, we wish it never did
We tried to intact the emotions that we hid
Until we hackneyed three words for bid
“I love you” manifest the aspersion for real
When the heart cajoled its life to kill
Categories:
decimation, death, loss, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
When all is said and done
the dust begins to settle
and all the pieces standing
are forced back into mellow
The melancholic return
in oblivious absense
monotony abounds
and still nothing happens
A fercent felt desire
a yearning for some depth
Unsheathing of mine eyes
reveals there's nothing left
Inconsistent surging swells
of pent up cooperation
man made soul a super nova
an imploding decimation
Categories:
decimation, angst, life, passion,
Form: Iambic Pentameter