Advertisement
Help Keep Boards Alive. Support us by going ad free today. See here: https://subscriptions.boards.ie/.
If we do not hit our goal we will be forced to close the site.

Current status: https://keepboardsalive.com/

Annual subs are best for most impact. If you are still undecided on going Ad Free - you can also donate using the Paypal Donate option. All contribution helps. Thank you.
https://www.boards.ie/group/1878-subscribers-forum

Private Group for paid up members of Boards.ie. Join the club.

A poem I wrote

  • 06-09-2013 06:58PM
    #1
    GalwayGuy2
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 2,269 ✭✭✭


    I find it kind of funny, but it's very, very amateur.




    Flesh from sinew fell with a flick,
    From a slick knife's trick.
    To see crimson fire,
    Spill from it's sire.

    As he tore through he thought,
    "What is life?"
    Is it love and passion until death's sought,
    Or does it all mean naught?

    Is all that moves meat?
    No matter how tough,
    To steel teeth,
    Is our fragile flame enough?

    To hold the cold at bay,
    Do we even have a say?
    Nay, I say,we live by day 'till we pay,
    To end up atop a tray.

    He saw frail life,
    As he tore through flesh so lush,
    To wallow in it’s crimson trail,
    And feel the familiar flush.

    As the shop bell rang
    With a perfume pang.
    He couldn't help but smile
    At her bright blue eyes
    As he handed her, the butcher's buy.


    EDIT: Just thought I'd say why I think it's funny. I imagine a teenager who's in a bit of an angsty mood, and is Ugh I hate the world. But then a beautiful woman walks in and he's like nope, never mind.


Advertisement