07-12-2013, 08:10 PM
(07-11-2013, 03:50 AM)chrisj324 Wrote: Well after reading some poems on here and not knowing what half of them are talking about ...Your problem isn't not knowing half; it's thinking the other half actually say something.
(07-11-2013, 03:50 AM)chrisj324 Wrote: Ghouls are frowned
A world where the cruel is crowned
Hatred fuels the crowds
And dealers rule the pools that drown
Cycles of fools go 'round
A place where no rules are found
I've pulled my pounds
But this weight may push me through the ground
I like the poem; its syncopated rhyming is excellent.
Also the line:
"Cycles of fools go 'round"
I love the way you've hidden complexity in simplicity.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions

