To the bushes we ran
Away from our homes
For with sunset came more uncertain terror.
The grass that roofed our homes,
Now made beds for us.
The trees that gave poles to our shelters,
Now happily sheltered us
And took no revenge upon our earlier murderous hand on their lot.
Snakes sought for warmth among us and took no bite.
The piercing thorns that now
threateningly stood beneath
the grass that now was our
bed, pierced not.
The wind that spoke fallacies,
The ears that listen to imaginary sounds,
The eyes that gave life to still figures
That in their ghastly shapes
Appeared to move.
Crouched and stood they as I did!
All were part of the horrifying spooky tidings that rocked our very being to the core.
As we to the bushes so journeyed.
To hideouts where verbal communications would turn heads in horror.
Where fire was lit only at night in controlled manner
For smoke speaks volumes to foes far away.
Like a fix north star, it would bring our bearing to they that seek to hurt us.
When into the bushes we took refuge.
The is a blog on poetry. Poetry can be defined as a form of writing that uses techniques such as metaphor, simile, and allusion to create a poetic effect. In poetry, the words are chosen for their sound and rhythm as well as for their meaning. This blog will explore the different types of poetry and the different ways in which they can be written. It will also look at the history of poetry and the different poets who have contributed to it. - Opolot simon
Hunger Pangs
What can I compare you to
Ooh hunger pangs?
An ulcer that upon her mouth soar fluid tasted
Or a corrosive acid that
Upon my skin fell?
This weight of an empty stomach that
Weighs me down as I in
Slow motion rise from my sitting!
What can I compare you to?
To weight of liquor to a
Drunk who can't find his footing,
Or an empty tin that
can't in a howling wind
find its stand for its own weightlessness?
A thunder storm roars not in clear sky,
A cloudless sky.
But in my empty belly,
Roars this very storm!
Ooh hunger pangs,
To your own strength you concede!
Gradually to vanity you vanish.
As I to eternal bridge of darkness sink.
Weakness I feel,
Pain I feel not
As to eternal oblivion I so journey.
Ooh hunger pangs?
An ulcer that upon her mouth soar fluid tasted
Or a corrosive acid that
Upon my skin fell?
This weight of an empty stomach that
Weighs me down as I in
Slow motion rise from my sitting!
What can I compare you to?
To weight of liquor to a
Drunk who can't find his footing,
Or an empty tin that
can't in a howling wind
find its stand for its own weightlessness?
A thunder storm roars not in clear sky,
A cloudless sky.
But in my empty belly,
Roars this very storm!
Ooh hunger pangs,
To your own strength you concede!
Gradually to vanity you vanish.
As I to eternal bridge of darkness sink.
Weakness I feel,
Pain I feel not
As to eternal oblivion I so journey.
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River of doubt
Where I come from or go
I know not
What shape or form I am
I know not
Colour have I not,
Taste or smell are but alien unto me.
Size matter's not.
But all to mine enslavement come,
even for a minute!
This second of smallest doubt destroys eternity!
And forever flow I, River of doubt.
I know not
What shape or form I am
I know not
Colour have I not,
Taste or smell are but alien unto me.
Size matter's not.
But all to mine enslavement come,
even for a minute!
This second of smallest doubt destroys eternity!
And forever flow I, River of doubt.
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