Until strife became the rule
You fled your World
Was it easy to break away
in your ward of questioners
Nobody seemed to care
This tag of war
I've seen your artillery
why cant you understand
Im leaving the World of detractors
In the morning
open your eyes
Snowbright
keep a secret
tell us no lies
Categories:
old world, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Sunshine on the deserts
Snow high up on the mounts
The world keeps on turning
As if nothing else now counts
Footprints on the shorelines
Are quick washed out to sea
Three ships left on the morn
In search of a new country
Leaders of the cities
Watch people leave in droves
They've heard some have set camp
In amongst the mango groves
Farm lands still stand vacant
For youth have long moved on
Houses crumble to dust
And small country schools are gone
Three ships in the distance
Now struggle on the breeze
All three captains on deck
Appear to be on their knees
They've been gone near two years
And at last they are back
Ships by three are limping
Nary a sail's left intact
One man woke this morning
For the past he now yearns
Yet there's no going back
While this old world still turns
Categories:
old world, time,
Form: Rhyme
The new Gods of an Old World
Another day
A new eternity
Every familiar face
A stranger
Every safe place
Another danger
Dawn a common destination
Categories:
old world, allegory,
Form: Free verse
When this old world is troublin’ me
And I can’t make sense of what I see
I close my eyes and think again
Of the wonders to behold with no need to pretend
These times can make you sad
When all you see is the bad
But the world will still turn in its way
And I’ll wake up to a bright new day
These troubles will soon be memories
To bring a tear to my eye in what will be
So remember after each dark night
There will be a morning sun in sparkling light.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
old world, death,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Old tis. But ugly?
No human facade
This town displays!
What stares back at me
Each shop front from out
Lures in; always.
Categories:
old world, old,
Form: Rhyme
The digital world comes
And an old man seems to become
A social outcast
Using a telephone instead of a handphone
Using a typewriter instead of a computer
Writing a letter instead of an email
Reading newspaper instead of electronics news
Having posting service instead of express delivery
Using a cash purchase instead of an e-wallet
You can't say
He is left behind in life
He is ignorant and careless
He isn't competitive
Actually he has his own world
To follow and to cling to
He is born in a different world
And lives there till now
He will change quickly
If the present world is happier, safer and more hopeful
But he just wonders
If the present world a paradise to live
Categories:
old world, happy, life, old, world,
Form: Free verse
Thee told thyself that thine thrives through thou !
11.18 am 8th December 2021
Copyright = Sima Mittal
Categories:
old world, 9th grade, africa, appreciation,
Form: Alliteration
Each new day my treasured thoughts you lay claim
As minutes stretch and I search for patience
Restlessness arrives and your love I blame
As it calls to my heart with reverence
Nothing collides with the world but you
As time becomes much harder to replace
This love shared without hesitation is new
Soon to pour into a river of grace
To hold this moment without care or thought
And keep it close as a gift now treasured
In love's place of rest, neither bought nor sought
The love within our eyes is not measured
As two follow the course of love's strong stream
They leave the old world for one with a dream
2/26/21
Categories:
old world, love,
Form: Sonnet
Screams of terror fill in the cracks
Of ancient crumbling castle rocks
Everyone enjoys old world accommodations
Hotels are always cheap but at full capacity
Cries for help escape into the black
Dungeons are open to the public at a price
Faceless creatures slash your back with whips
Purple slime runs down the chamber walls
Chains rattle out a warning for more agony
Snakes crawl with venom for the vital parts
Spiders fill heads with freshly hatched eggs
Flesh eating insects begin to feast
Bacteria wait in line to get the best
No reservations needed in October
You are their favorite trick and treat
The man with a limp comes in twitching
Sharp red eyes bleeding gains attention
Wielding an ax garners more
The hump adds character to the festivities
There will be no beds turned down tonight
What is one more murder more or less
Relax, enjoy the evening and a cigarette
You are our guest. You are next
Our apologies for the mess
Categories:
old world, abuse, age, appreciation, dark,
Form: Free verse
It's a wrong way to tip a fairy, it's a wrong way I know
Rather receive moolah than a tip on “how to shovel snow”
Now that's downright silly
Must have picked a dilly
A good alternative would be “how to blow your nose”
Categories:
old world, nostalgia,
Form: Limerick
Please put the uneasiness and regret aside
Gently walk into the night
Let all the light illuminated to be written in moonlight
Even the beauty is still tangled, and the filthy is still around
Since the day has faded away, then let's put all them aside
Gently walk into the night
Everyone has to be brave to accept
That the truth is that life is an one-way trip,
We are always onboard, and the scenery is always outside
So, let the seasons back to the day and tender to the night
Let's put aside all witnessed, the uneasiness, the sorry, and even the joy
Let's take not a bit of sorrow and regret
Gently walk into the night
Categories:
old world, dark, feelings, good night,
Form: Free verse
Do you miss how the times used to be
missing cost of an old classic melody.
Cost of being careful and young in your heart
missing something long gone and forgotten
something wind could explain
or the birds on the trees or the rain on the leaves.
Do you miss how people used to sing
for trying to hear what it brings
for peace on the streets, old used to see
what voice can do to bring kids from a tree.
How they saw beauty and freedom in their lives,
they still sing even for their lifeless wives.
How i miss mud on the sleeves
playing with stones, what it achieves...
Being so open minded being unique
everyone had their own set of dreams.
How they played on that grass
never bored and the time never passed.
Do you miss the time of pure air
Nobody knew it would end so unfair
That they'll take a breath from our lounges
we won't be able to sing all that songs.
How we mistreated the world of it's cause
hoping that world will tear what we toss.
Categories:
old world, appreciation, nature, pollution,
Form: Rhyme
Well how do you do, my name is Jack
Brain's still working but it's developed a crack
It's a World War II injury
While watching it on TV
Munching on chips put my back outta whack
Categories:
old world, humorous,
Form: Limerick
theres been change
thing not the same
its new day fame
to see holding hands
people together stand
all corlor like sister and brothers
boys and girls
OLD WORLD NE WORLD
Categories:
old world, adventure, art, bible,
Form: Light Verse
Well how do you do, my name is Jack
Brain's still working but it's got a big crack
It's a World War II injury
Watching the war on TV
Munching on chips put my back outta whack
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
old world, humor, world war ii,
Form: Limerick
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