PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

There's something artistic

About the way we drift

Something so mild and uncomfortable



We're watching the sky ablaze

A silver streak of violence and heat

And a clap of anger and spite



Thunder rumbles, the crowds gather

The lightning strikes, the media takes charge

Missing the point entirely



As the rain falls, we appreciate limits

We could all float out to sea

And our breath would be absent



Extraordinary

Beautiful, in a simple term

And we've lost our appreciation



We've gained our bloodlust

A closed mind and loud gunfire

A silent majority



A smoldering wasteland

Where children lose belief in love

And in life



Where satisfaction is guarenteed

Through pain and education

Or your money back



I stand still and salute

Because my life could be no better

But so many things cannot be overlooked



When I've fallen in love

And suddenly forget the sensation

Is when life loses a little meaning



I can see a pretty face

I can feel a playful shove

I can't remember the butterflies



I've forgotten burning hatred

And I've disregarded how to fight

But needless to say, the people have not changed



Nor has the world...

And its good, and bad, habits.