you are a lousy poem and its alright

 Hello Reader,

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Reader yesterday I have talked about the moon and I remembered the following poem I wrote way earlier...I just wanted to share with you guys... 

You are the Moon,

Not the Sun

You only reflect 

My Light.

I can only be 

Moon 

To you. 

If you don’t 

Have a self realization

you will perceive me as Sun.

                        King H. Ironson.

Of course we will have a new poem as well...I just remembered this one and its one of the ones that I like...

you are the poem that got under the weight of the better poem

your words don't rhyme as well but even though you try to shine 

you don't shine as much 

you have foundations that are strong, you don't get smashed

under the heaviness of shiny word combinations that got all the attention

good for you bad poem, 

you are a poem that's strong but no good

you are lousy poem a smudge on the poets slipper

your only purpose is to fill up space on the page...

you are the poem that took the stage when the poet was not fully aware

you are the poem there are many like you but you are the most insignificant one

you are the poem with the words don't rhyme

you are lost in the pages after pages

no one to find you

as all the pages turned one after the other...

you are the poem in the pages that got stuck to one another

you are the poem that no one is going to read

you are the poem that is sour like an heartbreak

good for you bad poem,

you are a strong poem so that you can suck all the pain

you are a lousy poem and its alright

poem when will you speak your real poem

the poem that sings the rhyme of your soul

you are a lousy poem and its alright

oh poem when will you sing

the golden hearts

bloom?

       King H. Ironson  

(Photograph: Quill J - Pexels)