It was all empty Then they saw a space This was what they thought was a good place They needed to pick up the pace
By Christopher Beardabout a month ago in Poets
What would the most expensive poem be about? Would it be rhyme or verse? Or maybe make you want to curse? Would it be written about money?
Nobody listening Not one can hear There is no one there All I can do is sit here and stare Pretend like I don't care
Some found him blunt Others received the brunt Watch out for his blows Because he knows You will realise everything before he goes
I thought maybe it had been sung Wasn't sure what was to come But at least it would be fun Could be outside enjoying the sun
It was my obsession Just learning a lesson In my possession No room for correction Had a connection Had to check my direction
It couldn't happen Then it did Told you it wouldn't Then you saw We were all in awe This doesn't happen
If only I could get it right Need a new idea for something to write Hope you understand my plight Looking forward to a future where everything will be bright
Might be an idea here However, nothing is ever clear Will have to let go of my fear Hopefully it will be a cause for cheer
Knew I had to start this Lots of things on the list Hopefully you will get the gist Needed to insist Couldn't take the risk
They have all been put away Some are here to stay Others you will want to get out of their way For most it will be difficult to enjoy a day
By Christopher Beard2 months ago in Poets
