Title: Where Am I?
Dreams are starting to turn into nightmares
That glares in the vast wasted land
For wolves are packed with hunger and thirst
And soon they'd be feed with a sand
For the moments are no longer the best things
And the tired souls wrath in the ground
Dying crafts of heavenly uttered syringe
And hoots of the owls at night sound
Longed to see the sunlight beaming shadows of hopes
In the meadow of green pastures for men
Rest in peace for the death of this kaleidoscope
And the tyranny of darkness captured the scene
Nay! A home of some stints and hideous remorse
Where the pure and simple are none
Dressed in capes of ambiguity and taking the corpse
Of those pity low-headed urban
Where does free come to life and by night sound asleep
When the turning world's coping the nest
Of betrothed legacies in each petal was keep
Now in drought caused the young ones to rest
Slap! Snap! Oh! Such a shame!
In this tormented world dwells the sweet words
From the speaking hooligans who have rose into fame
Bound with power and the crocked ways told
Oh such nightmares that evolve in the mist
And the dawn has no break to ensure
Sunlights are folklores abound in some twists
In this house were we use to adore
Hum the song of the larks and you shall see
That the faked tune will turn into roar
Sing the songs of the jays and forever we'll be
But some peasants in this whole dying world.
#theworld #black #dark #poem
BINABASA MO ANG
Poem
PoetrySometimes we feel like writing down what we feel. I compiled it in this piece. Poems, Haikus (my own format 7-5-7), Sonnets, Thoughts and some Literaries. Most of the time, we feel relieved once we expressed what we feel and this is how I do it. My...
