Clear views of awe
Making one for a Popinjay
For the admired to admire
The support of life
Breathing sites of health
Now burning sites of death
My heart felt sorrow
As it witness the destruction
Of the once admired
Life could be seen dying
Breath gave up a fight it never started
Man wished it never begun
Creation admired, Yet Creation destroyed
Continuing, Let's remember yesterday
A good start with a nice poem, Desmond. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This is so very huge in defining whats nice. Fantastic thinking. i love it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant rendition nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Desmond. Remain enriched.