A Poem

Very first one. I hope you like it.

Sitting in this room,
Thinking about the big boom.
Maybe I should leave this room,
Maybe think about the doom,
Of all life.

How we destroy the world,
We're beasts. Many like a horde.
The earth cries,
The last hope dies,
As the sun fries,
Its the end, of all lives.

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

These are truly thoughts that inevitably come into any serious writer's mind at some point. For your first poem, it's quite good. It's simple but thought out, gets the point across clearly, rhymes without seeming clumsily written, and has a little sprinkle of literary devices to spice things up. Poetry is something that gets better the more you write, and this piece, if it's anything to go by, is a sign of good things to come from you if you keep it up. Nicely done. ☺

[Max]

Thank you very much :)

[:o]

This a very powerful poem because it is a reflection of your state of mind. War is a terrible thing that effects many in such a horrendous way as this. The world is not all like this but to those who think as you do, that's hard to get over. I wish you well. And I wish you didn't have to go through it.

[Max]

I didn't go through war... But something very similar... Long story. Thank you very much for reading :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You said it all. I like the flow of thoughts and the fatal ending. Men are blind to the damage done by war and hate. I believe we will learn too late. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Max]

Thank you :-D

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Very nicely penned, a natural flow is there.
Keep writing..!

[Max]

Thank you very much :-D

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

You are welcome.