I demand for the return of humanity.
I wish to somehow reverse the reality.
Classes, status, money and a lot more.
Good time now feels like a folklore.
White above, black below...............
Good deeds here are a single swallow.
Where can I find seriousness from?
When all are concerned for coming prom.
All one needs is sincerity and equality.
Yet all one gets is disparity and brutality.
One feels the heat of hatred around.
To bow for power, each one is bound.
Yet we may still hope for betterment.
When the sunshine could reach a settlement.
Then the shine will shine bright.
Thus it will be a wonderful sight.
Background;
It was nothing more than an ordinary day when I was curled up on my couch thinking of all the things I could do, if all the things were 1 degree different, now 1 degree, could be up could be down. But as overthinking takes hold of my mind, I think the unthinkable, coming to conclusion given above.
About the Creator
Daya Edward
I am from a gigantic pool.
Where people are somewhat classy and cool.
I can twist what's already twisted.
Where I can unfold all the misted.
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He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
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Love your writing style. I'd love to see more of your poems.