When the time has wound down
And the people have left town. Where will you be? When water has drained away No more of it rests in the bay. Where will you be? In this ghost town down south Only known by word of mouth. Where will you be? After there is no more left Where will you be?
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One Step, Two Step.
One Step, Two Step. One Step, Misstep, Trip and fall. Get back up and count along One Step, Two Step One step, Two. A Storm is brewing
The dark grey sky frowns down Birds fly away to their nests The sun peaks up like a crown Guess a storm isn’t brewing. Accidents happen
Said the man to the lady As he's staring at her broken vase. Accidents happen said the lady to the baby As she's staring at the broken bottle. Accident happen thought the baby to the dog As he's staring at the broken bowl Accidents happen thought the dog to the bird As she's staring at its limp wing. In a world where accidents happen is anything anybody's fault? When it’s the time of the day,
That people are gay, And the bus wants to go it’s own way. The cats will just lay, Down by the bay, In the wonderful month of May. (I sincerely apologize for this awful poem) Whatever happened to this place we call Earth?
The tree are all brittle, and crumble with the wind. Leaves are no more, for they’ve burned with the flames. Whatever happened to this place we call Earth? Oceans, and seas, and lakes have vanished. Deserts remain with no grass seen for miles. Whatever happened to this place we call Earth? Animals are dead, wiped from this place. Birds died first, then fish, then mammals. I know what happened to this place we call Earth. Those vile things called humans were the cause, They created bombs and acid, and destroyed this planet. I know what happened to this place we call Earth. Humans, I say, they killed the Earth. Humans, I know, they killed the Earth. I know what happened to this place we call Earth. I know what happened. Every now and then,
I ask you have you’ve been. You sigh and point, At the jute box joint. That's when I find, You're absolutely fine. The boys small clasp,
Tender but strong, Engulfed by my own grasp, I’ve been here all along. Only now does he reach out I smile at his pout, And hope the days together are long. On top of the hill,
Amongst the grass, Is a stump. It doesn’t move, It does not talk, Just sits there as the days go by, Reminiscing about when it could touch the sky. The wind blows left,
Trees bend right. The forever battle rages on, Between air and earth. No victors emerge, No losers recede, For no side wishes to lose the forever battle. |
AuthorI've never written so much poetry in my life. Please don't judge, I know most of it is awful. There are a few hidden gems though, so at least I'm not a total failure. ArchivesCategories |