“Someday,” a beautiful yet so sad
Something I say to myself, every day.
Someday, however, I will finally be glad
For having always believed, “There is a way.”
Eventually, many centuries have passed
In the hopeless desire to uncover
This hidden pain.
And, in the shower of unpredictable love
The barren land of my restless soul
Will nourish again.
Maybe today or tomorrow, the blank pages
Of the unwritten book will shine
With pearl-like words.
Along with, the doors of unlocked cages,
Locked with a secret code will reopen
For imprisoned birds.
The day is about to come, which is expected in the unexpected world
Perhaps like a fraud.
So, call up all your subdued kith and kins,
To kill that blood soaking trauma
With your sword.
Man,
sooner or later would be called upon,
A very hard decision to take
Either deadly technology to keep
Or his own existence to forsake!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 APRIL 2020
Sooner or later
Sooner or later need to die
Don't froth tension assuming so
Careless or watch comes,comes
An elephant does not weep
When will die the day will come
Ants follow him but why
Man knows better escapes from
Until the dear comes with cool hand
A pause bringing the end
Sooner or later indifference remains
Kiss dies in the hope of kissings
Desire to dance leaves hopes
Don't arson building for warm
Mind can bear both frozen or swelter
Nature provides both snow or glow.
"My Family"
My Family Never Loved Me.
Cause I Live A Gay Life Wow.
But Nobody Can Tell Me I Live Forever.
So Today Gay's Getting Married Like It's Going Outer Style.
Family Is Meant Always.
But Friends Are Sometimes Just For A Minute Or For Awhile.
When Family Can Just Support Me For Who I'm Is.
Family Should Bring Me Flowers & Gifts.
For A Tremendous Gay Lifetime.
So God Be With Me Until We Meet Again.
And Tell My Family To Accept.
My Gay Lifestyle, & Friends.
P.S.
A rain drop
will turn into
a river sooner
or later.
wrote 9-8-08
Pain is burying me deep inside
I just want to find a deep dark place where I can just go and hide
I'm sick of this place, and I'm sick of the life I have
Why does everyone walk all over me, when my heart is all that I have?
Some reason I keep falling in these deep dark holes of pain
While I'm down here, still screaming in vain
I sit here getting hurt and abused in every which way
It seems like I'm nothing to anyone, each and every day
Is this how my life is always going to be?
Is there a day where someone will notice and actually see?
Can't take this anymore, I'm just about to break
I seriously don't know how much more of this I can take
When will I know when my pain and suffering will ever end?
When will I know when I'll have enough strength to mend?
Sooner or later I will conquer all of you out there
And to all who suffer like me, the stories I will share...
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.