Here's a toast to NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Mouth). And when I mean a toast, I mean I'm toast. Ms. K (my lovely writing teacher) has again made every single student suffer for yet another month of April. I particularly liked this prompt. Each line must have 8 syllables and each stanza must have the same rhyme scheme. The last line must have a repeating four syllables. Yes, on the last line it was a LIE!!! I cheated, but who cares?
Enjoy!!!!!
We the sent the swear to the grave,
even when the worst had came,
and it was the latter we craved.
We were love slaves, we were love slaves.
But soon there was the constant fear,
the end of social life was near,
no ways of forgetting with beer.
Nothing sincere, nothing sincere.
So we separated that day,
not finding if we were okay.
No more Hello’s, Hi’s or Oh, hey!’s.
Our hair got grey, our hair got grey.
And just maybe there will soon be
a day where we will sometime meet.
We’ll both piece up the debris.
We’re love refugees, we’re love refugees.
Oh, and here's a song I can't get out of my head. Doesn't have practically any relevance to the poem. Listen to it! Get it stuck to you fleshy brain!
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Fly ~Colection of Poetry and Prose~
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose. All done my me. Cover by mamina38199. Enjoy! :) PS, I will post on average of once a week. Most likely on the weekends. Duh.
