White Noise
Many hearts will come and FALL
BUT MY greed will remain steady
Cypress Delva
Residing by the wayside
The breeze whispering on my face
The solemn blow of the wind; I’m tickled
Remove me from the rumbling chaos
Of this giant city
Add in the ocean’s gleam
Subtract the danger of self-centeredness
Natural surroundings can take its place
And hold me like a weathered child
Mother is its name
As the seagulls cry about from out at sea
Harmony, although quite slow, peaceful
Centered my gravity by my core
And made me full
The land is my shelter
From the unwinding storm clouds
I cannot cry here
In this place tragedy cannot ensue
The beauty betrays me
Swallows my awful youth
In this money world pursuit
I have no knowledge
I will learn soon
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Bailey Reynolds
That poem is epic
SuperWoman20
Awww, thank you so much Bailey! Can you tell me what about it you liked? It's funny because I find it quite odd in some ways. I'm happy about the outcome over all. P.S. I wrote this when I was bored in Philosophy class. I have around sixty to seventy poems, I'm sure if you gaze around you might find some other poems from me that you like. :) Thanks for commenting.