I put down words of thought
to write poetry in rhyme
sometimes tender, sometimes bold
some may take a little time
but a feeling from within
is from no heart but mine.
The form of love stirs the mind
romance has its place on high
irony take on its silent punch
we read and ponder why
the truth and its poignant grasp
to make the reader cry.
A verse of summer time
brings joy to our hearts
flowers dance in gentle breeze
while sunshine plays its part
blossoms hang on tender branch
a bird in song at day’s start.
But don’t forget the tragic poem
of war, and death, despair and need
no scent of bloom and words of love
just tragedy, hopelessness, and weed
all by the hand of human kind
caused by selfishness and greed.
D Marsden © 2022
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