He hates roses and their petals
'se they contain stinging thorns
He abuses the Depths of water streams
feeling that they act like whirl pools
He decries words of sweet poetry in life
assuming that they enhance the stint of humanistic breaths
Who is he in the columns of mother earth
not exactly lunatic but a trembling psychic in odds of time
Author notes
Hates love and life incessantly
A contest entry
- Psychic by Thom Boulton.
450 points, ended April 28, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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