A Fancy Dream Poem by Kebe Iwara

A Fancy Dream

Rating: 1.0


Our life is a bed of withered roses A fresh melody now spent.
Our life is a waning key lively when struck. A woman's firm breasts sagged when suckled. Our life is a dream
a starry child can't dream again And so he makes it up. So is our life without God
Absurd!

Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: child,dream,life,woman
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kebe Iwara 09 September 2022

Me commenting ten years later

0 0 Reply
Captain Cur 15 June 2012

Absurdity rules most lives, mine most of all. Good message.

0 0 Reply
Joub Kahuria 28 March 2012

Amazing words very rare...God is enough

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success