Life gives me lemons,
so I make a lemon pie,
then I eat it all up
before you can make me cry,
more lemons rain down
from our old tree,
so I gather them up,
so I can eat
I won't sugarcoat the acidity,
I just bite down,
feeling electric liquid
trickle down my throat,
the acid clings
to every cut and blister,
sizzling into flesh,
burning, borrowing,
this continues
until each taste bud
on the wearied tongue
protrudes and the sizzled
skin give way to battery acid
as it tears away
a knock on my door,
and you arrive
with a basketful of lemons,
wrapped in glossy cellophane,
and tied with a ribbon
Author notes
So this is an abstract poem...I've actually been writing quite a few abstract poems lately...but I haven't put them all on here. I put more up later.
So how was it?
Comments
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Very nice job.
This is very rich with emotion. Very good job.
It flows nicely and the grammar and punctuation are right on cue, an area people on here seem to mostly lack.
Very nice work.
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