Alas, the things that happen.
It's nightmares; all with aims to frighten.
Yet to keep is to suffer,
In silence, where naught is there to offer.
To give is to share,
Yet one wonders if it's at all fair.
To oneself, to the beholder,
To others, and to the other.
Yet what choice have thee,
With so much indignation to free?
So filled with reservations,
Thus the silence with reasons?
One has to risk what is necessary,
But one never knows truly.
A reason, then, to hold?
No, a reason to go.
A time for change;
The world will never be the same.
~~~~~
I won't deny that I'm really new to poetry, so there's a lot of rules, and whatnot that I do not know. When providing your C&C and all, I may also not understand some jargon... Like... Iambe? I read that somewhere.. Meters?
With that said, feel free to comment and criticize.![Smile :) :)](/styles/smilies/smile1.gif)
It's nightmares; all with aims to frighten.
Yet to keep is to suffer,
In silence, where naught is there to offer.
To give is to share,
Yet one wonders if it's at all fair.
To oneself, to the beholder,
To others, and to the other.
Yet what choice have thee,
With so much indignation to free?
So filled with reservations,
Thus the silence with reasons?
One has to risk what is necessary,
But one never knows truly.
A reason, then, to hold?
No, a reason to go.
A time for change;
The world will never be the same.
~~~~~
I won't deny that I'm really new to poetry, so there's a lot of rules, and whatnot that I do not know. When providing your C&C and all, I may also not understand some jargon... Like... Iambe? I read that somewhere.. Meters?
With that said, feel free to comment and criticize.
![Smile :) :)](/styles/smilies/smile1.gif)