How does it feel.

How does it feel
When right at the top
You get challenged and flop

Ne’er to return

Some say
Great a failure it is
Stripped of success
And devoid of a bright future
A future far from reach

I say
It is a stepping stone
An experience
A force to thrust you
Back to your place
A motivation
To set the wheels of success
In motion

Ronald R.

I wish.

I wish
Oh I wish
You and I had the power
To thrust the sword
Right through death’s heart
And in contempt whisper to death
As it bleeds its evil away
“Die death! Die and never come back!”

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Ronald R.

The peasant

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Ever cried while writing a poem?Well this one definetly got me looking for my kerchief 😒

Does the peasant know I glance at him?
Lo,the poor peasant
I can see,behind his tears of despondency
Beyond his red sunken eyes
And sagged long face
His thoughts in agony grimace
At the loss of a loved one
Who might it be? I know not-
But I figure the thoughts pitilessly piercing his soul
As he gazes at the cruel sky and frowns
And the sky,insolent and refusing to beckon looks away in spite-
A breeze saunters by to cuddle or comfort
But the melancholic thoughts pinch and punch
He does not notice the breeze once-

Ronald R.

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