Treasure Island

Gloria Seseng

(1977 November 18 / NW South Africa)

Out of your depth


Look… through the windowpane!
All in a streamline!
Sitting on top of the corporate world roof!
Differing from being on the road!
Chat…chat…chat…chat…chat!

The shape of modern mental is not speaking!
Eighty percent harshly lashed to rags! ’
Throw mind concert of silver sand,
a play of golf on a private jet!
With a tale on classified earth globe,
ambition becomes entirely lawful!
Money does not have colour!
What is of Pirate, fights in Sahara!
Sailing unreasonably through season chats!

Submitted: Thursday, May 27, 2010
Edited: Monday, May 31, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Out of your depth by Gloria Seseng )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. BROKEN TOMORROW, john chizoba vincent
  2. We Were Married, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  3. Games People Play, Leria Hawkins
  4. Who Demand On The God's Lance, Pijush Biswas
  5. At the moment a bit sentimental, Cigeng Zhang
  6. HAVE YOU SEEN MY UNCLE., john chizoba vincent
  7. ADVERSITY, HARDSHIPS, LOVE & DELIVERANCE, Tom Zart
  8. Thoughts, slave master
  9. The Old Man and the Bench, Derek Keck
  10. आंखौ नोँ सना, Ronjoy Brahma

Poem of the Day

poet Helen Hunt Jackson

The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]