Sep 162012
As silent as a graveyard
Your wicked calmness breeds
As silent as the graveyard
You make man hate one another
With necessity for gossip
As silent as the graveyard
You creep to man and beast
To make them all acclaim
‘The idle life I lead’
Trouble
So honest that all evidence
It gives are faulty
Those who want peace
Must prepare for war
While the sun shines
“Man must wack”
That’s all we say
We spread the anger
That finds the world a stage
Because, forever,
Trouble shall remain
As silent as the graveyard.
Hmm. Rythm was a bit laboured, but great piece.
Not outstanding.
k.actuali did dis poem in my jss 2 clas so dats y its lyk dat.kaycee,its wel wit ur hand
You started a thought process and somewhere in the middle lost that thought. By the time you wrote ‘trouble’ the poem was on a downward spiral.Maybe it’s just me though…