Tinsy Anthony


All That Is Unsaid - Poem by Tinsy Anthony

There is a story I'v heard, there is a story ahead
Is it complete? Is it still undone
Looking from this end of the bridge
There is a meadow far away,
He is more untamed, he is raw than ever before
His claws have blood, they have hunted his food
He wandered hither thither
He looked for mates and for abode
He is not sure if he is joyful or in despair
He is not sure if he is aspiring or content
For him sometimes its morrow and then dark
He knows somewhere he would embark
He then was lone rambler
May be that is how he thought he was meant to be
From there to here he has come a long way
The meadow's are no more native to him
He looks from here and while he does so
His blood stained hands look for a place to hide
His story still is there, he knows not if its already said
Or there is a book that he would write.

-lastskylark

Topic(s) of this poem: humanity

Form: Ballad


Poet's Notes about The Poem

With so much of War and all, I went on to write this poem which is about man when was an Australopithecus or ape man was a Hunter and wanderer would kill for food but wouldn't kill his own kinds. Today after this long that he came come still he is ruthless and so specific reason he has

Comments about All That Is Unsaid by Tinsy Anthony

  • Seema Jayaraman (11/18/2015 6:33:00 AM)


    the story of the wild wanderer.. well written.. thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 18, 2015



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