They are laughing, Fussing in other's ear. Full of life, But they are not clear...
All eyes on me, I'm trying to be sincere. Why are they laughing? It's still unclear...
I can hear their voice, Maybe they are telling some joke. I've a bad feeling, and I want them to revoke... Anywhere I go, I can hear them stroke. I'm sensing fear, But all I see is smoke...
Then suddenly I realised, It's neither him nor she. It's my ugly past, That's laughing at me... Sharp as hell, Stinging like a bee. My past is laughing, And the joke's on me...
This composition is very well written. It totally highlights the confusion in the victim's mind in the beginning, the mocking gaze of his fellow acquaintances, and in the end the final realisation.
I like this part the most: " My past is laughing,
And the joke's on me..." and also
"I'm sensing fear,
But all I see is smoke.."
Amazing job! Keep writing.
Wonderful poem with good message that we our past laugh at on us. I love the last stanza like ...
Then suddenly I realised,
It's neither him nor she.
It's my ugly past,
That's laughing at me...
Sharp as hell,
Stinging like a bee.
My past is laughing,
And the joke's on me..
Fine imagery and compact wordings..
Keep writing...
Have a nice time. Do read and review some of mine.
A wonderful poem...i am glad i got to read...its short with a lot of emotions and feelings...truly i loved it...specially the end...i am sure many have had those days wher the joke is upon us...
The poem is very good.
Then suddenly I realised,
"It's neither him nor she.
It's my ugly past,
That's laughing at me...
Sharp as hell,
Stinging like a bee.
My past is laughing,
And the joke's on me.."
Hard to awake and find out. You are the butt of a joke. Funny how we learn that every action had a payment. The above lines could stand alone. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Thank you so much Coyote, I'm glad you liked it...:)
There should be something wrong with this, but I find nothing for how can there be any wrong. Yet it is enough and not enough for you must keep calm and carry on with this great 'joke' which is nothing short of mountains, forests, and continents. There are a thousand treasures buried beneath the great mountains of Kilamanjaro and Blue Ridge, also the Andes. If any joke is played, it must be for love and good measure or, (for a woman,) to push you across the English Channel, else for fairness and temperate moderation between the nations of visitors.
Good ironic poem. I'm short of words *Clap Clap*
Liked these lines:-"It's my ugly past,
That's laughing at me...
Sharp as hell,
Stinging like a bee.
My past is laughing,
And the joke's on me..."
Keep it up!
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Thank you so much once again...I'll try my best...:)
So I'm back after a small gap of 5 months. I have more than 1200 RRs, sorry I won't be able to read them all, only the latest. Thank you for reading and reviewing my writings. :)
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