a humble poet
Today life isn’t simple as one thought Rotating days bring everyday big rocks Education isn’t about knowledge anymore It is scoring and society status goal
By Shahid Ali5 years ago in Poets
I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, And close connecting link
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going Father Death, Don't cry any more
And death shall have no dominion. Dead man naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
Fishermen cast out their nets We all in turn go fishing Some will use a rod and line While others fish by wishing Some wish for so many things
One talk Turned into shouting We can't agree On one thing I wanted to repair it But now I know Theres no point of everything
Today I thought of sucide I thought to end my life This world is cruel I hate this world there's nothing left for me.
A poet is born A poet dies And all that lies between is us and the world And the world lies about it making as if it had got his message
We lack all knowledge of this parting. Death does not deal with us. We have no reason to show death admiration, love or hate;
I want to sleep the dream of the apples, to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries. I want to sleep the dream of that child
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not in July or any month
Sitting around watching it snow - Listening to the cold wind blow - It's a dark gray day - Meant for gazing out a frosty window,
