Song Of Love

As I sang
the peoemic song,
Ah!
My eyes went
With the waves went along
And
At every corner of my eye
I saw Green eyes
So naively shy

Wow,
what poetry tis
At times I wonder
How I miss
How still so many
Read mine
After reading yours
I just can't imagine
Who’s knocking all doors
or on all fours
On the wooden
Dancing floors?

That’s all about life i know
I have studied in confidence 20000 folks

I dare to disagree,
No writer’s bock for me
And
You by now know me,
As my mind traces
The universe faster than thee
I have a penchant for writing poetry,
Hope you shan't disagree,
That as they say quantity
Is no quality?
But I challenge any one,
To composing poetry
At a stretch,
How so ever silly,
Let this one
Of marinated thoughts
The first one be

The Senti Me

The sentimental me
Goes to the winds,
As no one does comment
Upon my wings
For they all like to fly,
Like a butter fly,
To eternity
Where no fly
Can fly
A flight so lonely

I leave behind my virtuous self
And
No more desire any glorification
As to words life’s sojourn
Comes an end,
My determination does fend,
As my desire of poetic appreciation
Now comes to a conclusive end

Where HRH

Where are you ma’am
Long time no see
My only reader
Now doesn't read me
Are you with the Queen
Learning marriage arrangements
What happened to my invitation?
For the Royal marriage
My royal presentation
A final rejection!

Some Think

Some think they’re
The custodians of the world
Whereas time’s seeds last
But for a while.
Upon the wings of time
The sojourn but lasts
A wee, wee while.
So smile and let others smile
Ere your own time you while,
Why spoil the moods of those
Who think?
But not like you
As behind ones back you wink
Let the world be left of its own
Don’t relent nor moan,
The world is better left alone,
If twas the way that would be
Twere better that you’d not be

METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING
The darkness of old times returns on the screen of Neopoets of
Of lore
Twas better recently
Than twas before
Have u noticed it????
Poets of neopoet
The new guy has to show
His presence
Perhaps
I’m not sure
What is a metafor?
Phor

Read this piece and poemise it in your own inimitable ways
Read this piece
and
poemise it
in your own
inimitable ways
See the inside

Good Nite Friends Tis Sunday

As midnite approaches
The hour comes slowly
The nite twas once young
Now submerges
Into the glory of snows
Which glisten around
And at night it appears as day
So none the less
As we are four hours ahead your time,
Tis time to pat each other
And say good nite

With All My Love

Your poetic profiles
Surpass all creative
Orders of my intelligence
I feel dwarfed
Daring a comment
Perhaps twill build within me
Some parallel confidence
That i too may be able
To poemise a side you
Some day without reservation
And
Doubtful manifestation