Indubious Poems | Examples

The Song I Sing

The pages written in my book
Are pages made of second looks
They tell the days of happy sad
And sometimes sprinkle crazy mad

The game is played and often lost
By those who fail to count the cost
The dreams I have are often false
And failed the chances come across 

  The search for love bewilders me
  And often leads to poverty
  Incredible insanity, indubious integrity 
  It always makes a fool of me is what I see


It’s incomplete she makes of me
She always makes a dunce of me
Indiscreet to her degree
Insatiable this thing I see

We learn the truth at seventeen
That love is often just a dream
A hindrance and waste of time
The author of an awful crime

  Laying claim to those we name
  Becomes a hopeless silly game
  Knights would strive and pawns would fall
  The Queen's last move would end it all 

To sing a song a serenade 
Write the poetry feelings play
Hold the pillow while I lay
Pretending solace while I crave

The end begins to end it all
The days we spend in love must fall
And nights to come with melodies 
Of love and what it makes of me 
     




(To be sung to the song, "Seventeen's" music)