Poems from rksouza
In Maine
The moon
Shines down as if to say
“I wish for you
To forgive my friend,
My brother, the sun, for it is true
That he is a nuisance...
They make fun of me.
Things I do and say.
Is this their way
Of killing those who are unworthy?
Who doesn't deserve to be happy?
Those of us...
A poem is
A poet's ways
Of portraying life
Precisely as it is
With a twist,
Betwixt a reality
And no sense of rationality
(Rationally-...
They talk, they hide in fear of me.
They fear that I will find their whisper,
Seek their faults, shout no surrender,
Until their gossip,...
The moon, so bright and glorious be,
The light, for such a time as night, impossible!
Is such a light possible
Shining brightly above as I...