3 - Poems (An Angry Poem - A Questioning Poem - A Flattering Poem)

Over-Population

This poem read like
Venom and sting
I didn't mean for it
To hit so hard, to
Hurt, to
Hate
Please don't take it
Personally




TAKING STOCK

When your head hits the pillow
And you blind your eyes
Who travels through your mind?
Who takes your measure?
Who sounds your soul?
Who is it that wonders why?

THE WHAT WE ARE SONNET
(Of a sort)

I hope you'll forgive me
If I presume
Your consciousness
Equally
Manicured
And groomed
Our lives
Simply stated
An amalgam
That grew
Of Sense's
Perception
Imagination
That's new