Two Poems - "Transient Joy" and "Wasted
Transient Joy is probably the second poem I've written in my life.
It is flawed but I tried as much to adhere to the iambic tetrameter style which I had read about some time before writing the poem.
This poem has two stanzas, one where the person finds himself in the state of blissful solitude realising the fact that it is only temporary.
The second stanza is from the point of view of real world calling the author back to the endless toils and labors.
Transient Joy The soft white sand, the swaying waves, The gentle sun, the misty haze; I breathe, I walk, so calm my mind My path is marked, my feet the sign.
No one to intrude, no one to stalk, This place is safe.
Sitting on a rock I think of life, and how it should stay; Knowing I must leave, sometime, some day.
"Tread back to life, the way it is You can't hide forever, you'll wither away The blissful solitude, its fairy tales! The grime, the muck, the filthy schmucks, The foul invectives, the hopeless luck Will make sure you fall, you fail! But there's no option, no running away.
How beguiling is life, your days are marked The transient joy, then years of dark.
" Wasted This is a poem for people who have wasted their lives and ruined their fathers' hard earned money by indulging in drugs and other forms of delinquency.
Such people find no place in earth or hell and are chucked into an empty void {space} for their misdeeds.
Along we drove the dusty road; our bikes were burning fuel, For miles we drove, in dandy clothes and trendy Reebok shoes.
The sky shone blue, a star or two, the moon silvery grey, But we went on our endless ride; we have no place to stay.
We saw a lake, we stopped our bikes, we went and sat and pray We saw a lamb, it bled to death, we wept, we rode away.
We had no food, our faces shrunk, our bodies gave away Our clothes too old, the wind too cold, we have no place to stay.
No fuel in bikes, we had to walk, no road to see ahead.
Our end was near, our mortal fear, we could not turn away.
Had we done what our fathers said, we wouldn't have seen this day We ruined their lives, they drove us out, we have no place to stay.
One by one, we took the plunge, with cold hands death welcomed, We spoke our sins, we spoke the truth, we begged to be forgiven.
He laughed at us, (with) his mighty club he threw us into space, Fell out of earth, kicked out of hell, we had no space to stay.
It is flawed but I tried as much to adhere to the iambic tetrameter style which I had read about some time before writing the poem.
This poem has two stanzas, one where the person finds himself in the state of blissful solitude realising the fact that it is only temporary.
The second stanza is from the point of view of real world calling the author back to the endless toils and labors.
Transient Joy The soft white sand, the swaying waves, The gentle sun, the misty haze; I breathe, I walk, so calm my mind My path is marked, my feet the sign.
No one to intrude, no one to stalk, This place is safe.
Sitting on a rock I think of life, and how it should stay; Knowing I must leave, sometime, some day.
"Tread back to life, the way it is You can't hide forever, you'll wither away The blissful solitude, its fairy tales! The grime, the muck, the filthy schmucks, The foul invectives, the hopeless luck Will make sure you fall, you fail! But there's no option, no running away.
How beguiling is life, your days are marked The transient joy, then years of dark.
" Wasted This is a poem for people who have wasted their lives and ruined their fathers' hard earned money by indulging in drugs and other forms of delinquency.
Such people find no place in earth or hell and are chucked into an empty void {space} for their misdeeds.
Along we drove the dusty road; our bikes were burning fuel, For miles we drove, in dandy clothes and trendy Reebok shoes.
The sky shone blue, a star or two, the moon silvery grey, But we went on our endless ride; we have no place to stay.
We saw a lake, we stopped our bikes, we went and sat and pray We saw a lamb, it bled to death, we wept, we rode away.
We had no food, our faces shrunk, our bodies gave away Our clothes too old, the wind too cold, we have no place to stay.
No fuel in bikes, we had to walk, no road to see ahead.
Our end was near, our mortal fear, we could not turn away.
Had we done what our fathers said, we wouldn't have seen this day We ruined their lives, they drove us out, we have no place to stay.
One by one, we took the plunge, with cold hands death welcomed, We spoke our sins, we spoke the truth, we begged to be forgiven.
He laughed at us, (with) his mighty club he threw us into space, Fell out of earth, kicked out of hell, we had no space to stay.
