I love poems, and I was just laying here thinking of one. Kinda went with it, and it felt themey. Well, it’s a bit sing-songy (I can’t exactly get a few parts right, but its not too horrid. If you have any suggestions to improve the rhythm, I welcome them 
.) A few parts seem out of place to me as well, eh, I’m sleepy.
There is nothing but pain;
in this life we feign.
All our hopes and dreams;
lost in truth it seems.
Created we have our desires;
tangled in cords and wires.
We’re moving forward at last;
but forgotten is the past.
Destroy what we’ve created;
all because of hatred.
Husbands, children, and wives;
will grab their guns and knives.
We will fight our own;
Until we’re all alone.
Overcome by guilt;
surely we will wilt.
Time will tell the truth;
all we have is youth.
The wind will sing our dirge;
gone is the human scourge.
i like it.. bu then I am your mom… truth is out there is one not only looks but sees as well.
Posted by mom on November 17th, 2009.
I’m not going to lie to you- I hate poetry. I really do. But yours was nice, I actually liked it. Mainly because it’s not the “Oh, look here, a damn flower. It’s so pretty, life is so mysterious”. Those are a crock of shit, and everyone does know it…or should atleast. Yours was actually real, summed up human life. Keep it up, man.
Posted by Bill on November 25th, 2009.