I dream within the totality of poetry--
Its a compulsion with which I'm cursed.
I wonder at similes and mountainous metaphors--
Rivers and streams with falls flowing with verse.
Now, you would possibly feel it kind of pleased,...
One of these really good present be well worth the avoid;
Yet when you are dreaming the nighttime away with envy,
I, definite as heck, may tons highly simply sleep!
Romance perpetually appears to be the most important subject matter, poems with similes and metaphors
With couplets fortuitously running hand in hand.
Yet lonely sonnets fill the bars at evening--
Drowning their bitterness at nobody's command.
Their suicide concoction continuously appears
A mix of Vodka and rhyme--
Their transport is often moved quickly and slurred,
their go with the flow consistently out of time.
And simply once i'm approximately to stand up from dreaming--
Individual constantly knocks upon the door.
After i open it, continuously to my marvel,
Stand fashionable poets from the times of yore--
There is William, Edgar, Emily, and a undeniable Longfellow
Who I am satisfied is carrying make-up--
However I am by no means capable of draw a transparent end,
Lead to I all the time by means of then eventually get up.
(C) 2016 Through Scott Endsley