Untitled III

Meet to forget.
To be done with,
the pride;
which belonged ago.
You wont bow;
but die with, not a dog
to view.

Barks the loudest crow.
Look the silent grave stands.
A moment ago, the raven stayed;
stayed, for the third knock.

Love the womb,
shouldnt we?
The pain, the cat moans;
its vast pains,
to well know the vacant reply.

The cream of the sky
builds up.
Why the repeating
theatre- will you flow?
The burns hurt; and the pain
thwarts the revenge of love.

The raven leaves.
The mystery is told.
The uninvited has,
looked to the exhausted.
Why drown the future for the past?
The dreams seen today, wont last the 'morrow.

The time now is shaking.
The thoughts of yesterday;
doesnt hold the performed acts.
You live, you survive;
the dog doesnt notice.

To hate the tend-err, is one;
to spit another.
Others day shows;
the light through the prisms.
But presently,
beyond the red, what can come?

Look for the joy in the beggar,
The life in the egg.
But not the fumes of my soul.

Reviews

[Ice QueenJen]

Wow, this is much deeper than the other two. Yet I still love the way you write, full of meaning, yet obscure in a way. Its funny how some things we see in life, really have no meaning like when you say " the dog doesnt notice."- He just exists from day to day. But we as human beings strive to stay alive and survive in what condition we are in. Great poem also!

Although I think you either mispelled the word revenge, putting a d instead of an e, or if you meant the d to be there- you should put an apostrophe in.

[DamienHino]

I like how it started off
"Look for the joy in the beggar,
The life in the egg.
But not the fumes of my soul." also how it finished good write!