Todays poem

[calleharnemark]

Let's save drone.
Let's save his son.
Let's take back his throne.
Let's do it before he's gone.

He picks up his phone.
He makes crack.
He calls his drone.
He will come back.

[calleharnemark]

I am sorry for you.
You shouldn't listened to me.
You will get back too.
Now you are all I can see.

This poem is to you.
You wanted it too.
You know it's true.
I just said it out of the blue.

[calleharnemark]

I promised myself.
I waited for drone.
It was a letter on the shelf.
I was burnt to the bone.

It told me to go away.
Wrong turned into right.
I didn't know what to say.
I was out of sight.

[mattie]

today there
is no poem

[Drone6o3]

The Flower's Death
Why am I cursed with so fondly and clearly seeing death,
and yet although atrocious I find myself romanticizing it,
as if the thought were like lovely flowers.

The way they both sway gently in the wind,
firm yet soft across the breeze.
They are so different,
yet flow the same.

A flower planted firmly in the ground,
colorful and born of beauty,
and raised in innocents.

A hung body of a suicide,
born of sadness and desperation,
weighed down by guilt and death.

Although both very different,
they're treated as equals,
as they glide with the wind.

-The Catalyst

[chris1726354]

Nice 1.

[calleharnemark]

Why did you let this die?
I was just on vacaction.
Was it a lie?
But this topic didn't avoid detection.

Put yourself on the shelf.
Don't die from rhyme.
Write a poem yourself.
Words are alive every time.

[calleharnemark]

He has a fanclub.
Hunted night and day.
He is like a bear cub.
Reporting you for what you say.

He is not a lazy.
Always keeping his eye on you.
With screenshots he is a paparazzi.
Follow rules is the best to do.

[calleharnemark]

It makes no sense.
You tore it down.
I just built a defense.
Now you got your crown.

You walked through it.
You can get out now.
You didn't take a hit.
But how?

[calleharnemark]

I need a pause.
Soon it will be over.
It's like you finish cooking by pouring sauce.
Just need to stay sober.

But I can't get away.
It follows me around.
I come back every day.
Never safe and sound.