A distorted stanza
A drug induced haiku
Your style is a bit persuasive
The way your subject
Predicates my essay
Between the lines of my journal, Antagonist
I've hidden my diary, Protagonist
Combine my vignette entries
To form letters of my unease
Am I expository
In the way I describe similes
Two ➕ two equals metaFOURS
Sylvia Plath
I'm ready to die
Exceptionally. Well
I blew a whistle
Amidst the symphony
Brought a harmonica to
Your orchestra
Presented Cliff's notes
To the band
Can you focus on my PoorITree
And look past my darkened skin
Wild Irish rose
A distorted stanza
Between the lines of my journal
I've hidden my vignette diary
©dapharoah69
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THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PoetryThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
