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Freddy Francois Poem
Overcome by fire
Will that be I?
Turned into ash
Is that how I will die?
Will I live another day?
Overcome with sadness
Will I be killed today??
Filling Death and I with gladness
So today I will beg
Today I will pray
That in this nightmare
It is my very last day
Copyright © Freddy Francois | Year Posted 2010
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Freddy Francois Poem
He lies on the floor.
The only color visible is red.
Blood against the walls, Blood against the door.
And a bullet in his head.
A gun in his hand.
His index on the trigger.
This death has been planned.
His body begins to rigor.
A suicide? Is that what you assume?
Well my friends you are mistaken .
There are two men in this room
And only one's life has been taken.
Now as the plot begins to thicken.
A woman enters and sees the setting.
With fear she is now stricken.
She now faints because the scene far too upsetting.
Little did the young woman know,
This man killed his friend for her.
What he hadn't known would've filled even I with woe .
She loved neither him nor the other.
Now the killer pulls the trigger once more and kills himself and his soul rises above.
But it shall descend, for he has killed a long time friend for a short time love.
Copyright © Freddy Francois | Year Posted 2010
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Freddy Francois Poem
The Panther stalks me during day, even during night
I fear him
Tension seems to ignite
When I'm near him
He has filled my eyes with sadness
I cry
But fills the world with madness
They die
It has stalked since the dawn of man
It has killed many of my kin
He has always seemed to win
It was once strong, Now slightly weak
It still kills, I hear every week
The panther has a family, He has a clan
He is a "he"
Must've been creeated by a man
He is hard to see, Very hard to spot
Every second he plans, Working on his next plot
No matter what we do, No matter what we try
This Panther will never die!
Copyright © Freddy Francois | Year Posted 2010
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Freddy Francois Poem
What if I died the next day?
And the girl that I wanted
Had finally wanted me
What if I died the next day?
And all my hopes and Wishes
Have been granted
But to the person I despise
What if I died the next day?
Would my friends be sad?
How would my family take it?
What if i died the next day?
Would my enemies be glad ?
Would they celebrate it?
These questions continuesly haunt my mind
But the answer I'm scared to find
Because the only way to know
Is to just...go
Go to another world, another place
Where there are no more problems to face
So as I live and play
Love and Hate
Laugh and cry
I continue to wonder
What if the next day I died?
Copyright © Freddy Francois | Year Posted 2010
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