I thought I’d write a bad poem, one for the ages, signifying nothing.
Pavement suffocates the living earth just as bad poetry fills volumes.
Still, oblivious to the land’s rape, the masses enjoy sentimental blathering,
And all is well since professional wrestling rules even sports columns.
It matters little that only a select few appreciate the immortality of verse,
Or that God's world festers in the aftermath of inhumanity's touch.
Bread and circuses even now in this age soothe ignorance's curse.
To hope men feel soft earth, the wind, and grass is to expect too much.
lovely poem, definitely a best william. keep the good work up.
If you thought the poem was bad I wonder what you think is good - or at least merit-worthy? Forgiving the title William, you've produced something which is essentially timeless & the sign of a exceptional poem. Rgds, Ivan
Wow. I really like your message, there's so much compacted into to every word, it kind of takes your breath away when you think about what you were trying to say.
No poem is bad, when it conveys the meaning to the Reader. When words come from the heart of a writer, they become poem in turn. Well done.
If we all opened our eyes to what is around us, It would be a different world.
a true reflective verse for all poetic venture, I enjoyed reading it.
Not really so bad as it has touched every poets deep core...around the world! Cheers! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadly, it is to expect too much. It seems there are so few who see what we are doing to this lovely planet that is not even ours. Your poem is more lovely. M