A Sad Feeling Poem by Alexander Julian

A Sad Feeling

Rating: 5.0


This poem just stinks.
Your book smells like red onions,
Each page turns yellow.
How long does this odor last?
When is my box closing tight?
Vultures still creep in.
Songs are written in disguise,
Like our baby talk.
Glitter fits over a mess,
All remains saying these lines.
My small lunch is trash.
I've been reading for hours,
Done with little heart.
Can mind be a draining wave,
As views find one's given free?

Monday, July 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: book,challenges,couplet,couplets,effect,funny,goal,goals,haiku,humor
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 20 July 2020

so have to come to the wit to the wisdom to the poet to the freedom and wash away the inside sad bay

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Gajanan Mishra 20 July 2020

Books smell like red onion, good

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