World of hate, seems the true will never relate. Point of view comes at a cost, free verse and useful words turn to sales. What is the matter with this scenery? Truth has restrictions, criminals disguised as the hero. All around us they lerk, destroying the innocent with false information. The solution for a cure, is what kills us in their minds. Only the superior give the answers, the wise choose freedom to speak or death to us all. :daisy:Czarpoesia;
Nice poetry! I am excited to know there is a thread like this! I have a bunch of poems I could share. Which I will do sometime
Thank you. You`re right, but I`ve read tons of poetry where there wasn`t any "flow". Still considered poetry! & This has flow when I sing it along to the beautiful sound of my keyboard. :daisy:
