Malik Seven Navarre

Rookie - 463 Points (August 30,1999 / New Orleans)

No Topic - Poem by Malik Seven Navarre

I often roam to random folk,
And ask them for a theme.
Some smirk at me, or kid and joke.
Some wonder what I mean...

And some give me this awkward stare,
Like I'm a pesky stray.
When this happens, they tend to glare.
And so, I walk away.

But some ask 'For? What's this about? '
I answer 'Oh it's nothing'
Then they express a look of doubt,
'Why it has to be of something? '

With this I tell them of my plan,
'I simply need ideas for pomes'
But deep in thought their brains be damned,
So I leave them, alone...

I often roam to random folk,
And ask them for a theme.
But why? I'd rather them not know.
For they know all they need.

Yet when this process proves to fail,
And I can't find my profit.
Do I give up? No way in hell!
Just write without a topic...

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry


Comments about No Topic by Malik Seven Navarre

  • (1/13/2016 4:54:00 PM)


    Very Interesting. Nicely composed in verse. Good thought, Enjoyed it very much.
    Lynn W. Petty
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  • (1/13/2016 4:52:00 PM)


    Very interesting and nicely (Report) Reply

    Malik-seven Navarre (1/13/2016 8:02:00 PM)

    Why thank you ^_^

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 13, 2016



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