The Heart Of Man

It is a Sonnet

The fidget, fuss, fret, and fight of all life

Comes too easily for some to think of,

But for the weak hearted it is most strife,

Born to a world where the leaders are tough.

 

Once in a blue moon a person can find,

Out of the death, destruction, dearth, and drive,

Kindness in the heart, the soul, and the mind,

And live gracefully were others will strive.

 

Even if hatred filled the sky with clouds,

And rain came down in flashes of lightening,

The devil would beat his wife to the shroud,

So the sun may cause great enlightening.

And thus revolution was but foresight,

And men worshipped those they believed were bright.

Reviews

[JRB]

it got to me thanks nice write

[StoryTailor]

A really good message and I love the pattern.
It flowed so nicely.
Such a treasure to read-- great job!

[Melanie Nicole]

The font made this really hard for me to read. I don't know if that was just me...or what. It's still very well done.

[Faeshifter]

'And live gracefully were others will strive' I really like that line

[.:Naiira Harlow:.]

I quite enjoy sonnets, and this one is no exception. To me it brings images of perhaps medieval past, but mostly because most sonnets I have read were written during that time period and the Old English font might also have something to do with it. Very profound and meaningful piece.

[Bexfinch]

This is a profond poem
It has a nice message on how messed up the world is and puts tode on pedestals who do not belong there it was a good read