Liza Sud


I Cry For Michael Jackson, - Poem by Liza Sud

I cry for Michael Jackson,
This Peter Pen whose look is so kind.
One single shot – and adoration,
Although I have forgotten Michael.

Never before I’ve been his fan.
Pop music was for me no sensation.
But suddenly came tears to the eyes.
It means – the angel.

He was like always shining sun.
Sublime in every gesture,
Controlled and silently resigned,
Intelligent on traps and questions.

Almost himself –a piece of Art,
God grants reluctantly and seldom.
Majestic, elegant, composed and smart-
The king of hearts of every nation.

From high above and dreaming - the Moonwalker,
He brought the grown-ups to Neverland.
Everyone’s heart through tears untimely stopping -
It proves his innocence – the happy end.

Topic(s) of this poem: music


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2015



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