Uncontrolled
Lifting a feather
Now where my mind goes
Never do weather
The unfortunate stance
Upon I must prance
Is something I ponder in every which way
Can we escape the reality
Binding us down
Create new life where none can be found
Upon a hill of green and beautiful flowers
Is where happiness and hope flow by the hour
My mind is struck by grief and despair
The wrong
And right
Never was fair
A lovers quarrel
Becomes a mess of standard
But what's common is cured
What love is grander
I have a set mind
I know what I must do
Go forward and strive
Reality is a lie
But within lies
Lays truth
Stricken and crying
For what beauty is held back by you
Toying and strewn
I must say now
This wasn't expected
Finding grace in evil
Was not recommended
We learn from mistakes
I have had many
But once was lost
Has become a penny
Picked up the eager eye
Searching for more beyond our dull sky
The wanders mind
More powerful than you realize
Now I say to you
Go and create eyes
Ones that see more
Sees great and creative
Ones that also catch was
Sad and dissipated
Creative minds are key to this answer
Once you see more
That's when it becomes
The truth behind
All natural pure Grandeur
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The Poetry Gripe
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
