Smothering smoothies frosting lives as rapid as a hawk,
If one’s gas mask is being a stubborn lock,
They will perish by frightening frost,
Custard cold air tickling their innocent throats, they are now lost.
Terrifying slither coming from different levels the air has to offer,
Everyone is as scared as a sinner in a cyclone, they are full of negative proffer,
Hearts full of hatred being strangled like wire,
Sinister cold gas making their nauseous nostrils turn into fire.
Coughing crooks we are now,
Slowly thumping on not so green ground with a frown,
Falling onto the battlefield straight into God’s hands,
Life is over, we had so many plans.
- Ibs
I like your poem! Its awesome! I like how you used all those metaphors for gas and stuff. I also love at the ending how you said 'Life is over, we had so many plans.'
ReplyDeleteI also love that last line. It is so powerful and deep. It is separated from the rest of the poem so just gives it that extra power. Well done!!
DeleteThis poem is really good! The rhyming flows and doesn't seem forced and the rhythm flows perfectly. Good job!
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