Like my poem?

Wrote it in h.s.



Peter piper

Cat-nip queen

Super man, yellowed jelly beans

another song in such a dream

sounds afar...

The Mississipi Queen



Joker's wild, pickled pigs

life turns red, then yellow

and it's another Sunday



Old men lonely, singing a song

flowers fallen to the ground...

faded



Moon far away

Angels turning away

laughing as they pass by

and night turns into day



Eat and drink

live another day

just one more time before tommorrow

while you live today

Like my poem?
nice. speaks well of your observations of the flow of life.
Reply:sorry it was not my cup of tea, but I don't know much about poetry
Reply:Not really big on poetry
Reply:yes completely and utterly random
Reply:might be a better song than a poem, put some music to it, and hey most of the people on this shebang arent the most cultured of types, keep on rhymin but dont ask for the opion of the masses , they are always going to disappiont
Reply:no... next..!
Reply:Is that a serious poem? Is it comedy? If I were one of those guys who would sit around and click my fingers in a hippy bar I would (admittedly) forget to do that after your poem. You may think however that I did but no that would be the sound of my brain exploding and being sucked into the black hole in the time-space continuum that your poem created.
Reply:What the hell are pickled pigs? Other than that don't give up the day job.

skates

dermatologist