Some PoetTries

The Lines

I’m trying to read between the line
between your lips
a kiss so fine

Poems blooms in your eyes
try to find meaning of those gaze
know i cant escape those pretty maze

only Conversation i could think of
is tell me more of the poems i can drink from

Poetry is Easy

Words are sword
not only to draw but also to ward
to secure meaning, to rescue feeling

words are to name a few, but also to mean a new
to hide your aim while still said i am

sometimes i don’t understand a poet
to write a poem but to mope,
to tope and tipsy,
just to find words that rhymes like sip tea

it can be hard to master and be the tamers
to alliterate all and alienate all antagonistic animosity
or to find chance for assonance in romance and ignorance

and for that I find the irony of this poetry

The Government Can Kill its citizens, Poetry can’t do anything

Every poetry is soft-spoken
the swear it wears is a face of broken
even in its angriest rant
crying on things it cant mend

Government can kill
the poetry remains still
incapable of speaking
just wait for the killing

One of us could be murdered today
But those bastard will never be locked away
there is no more use of writing
a poetry cant save anything