Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 7,245 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Laughing Sinners - Poem by Is It Poetry

Many like we, I came before.
In single file under the eye,
watchful of your every move.

Howling outside the wind blows.
Being not dead our heads are shaved.
Nothing from something some get.

Pin points of light turn into night.
Into the void called a grave.
Face to face with the one none have names.

If I can't come when you call out to me.
Be naught to them seem afraid.
Barred window's the shower lost family friends.

Woman have rights thine men lost the fight.
Early to rise soft the bed.
The earth cries out like never before it is full.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 8, 2014


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