Poem -

Beautiful Chaos

Beautiful Chaos

 
Infinite chaos beauteous in sped,
Blur of existence of all that bred.
Like specs of light we dance and career,
Where life may take us far or near.
 
Billions of lives, deafening in scatter,
Layer upon layer of intricate matter.
From chaotic suburban concrete jungle,
To wild planes of nature, terrain in tremble.
 
Incessant footprints dust and debris,
Such depth in beauty, more than we see.
Fast paced, enlaced we merge into one,
Forever we move since time has begun.
 
Humanity astute always in growth,
Our paths all different, yet we share the same oath.
To live, to wonder, to breathe, to dream,
To embrace, to feel, to learn and be free.

Like 5 Pin it 1
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Edward Williams

Nice poem .,
do good and evil
ride on the same
merry go round ?

Reply
author
Simon Bromley

Thank you.  Its an overwhelming world we live in isn't it.

Reply
author
Terry Kay

Simon, This is a six star write in my opinion!  Terry Kay

Reply
author
Simon Bromley

Thank you Terry for your continuing support its much appreciated.

Reply
author
Terry Kay

Simon, The pleasure is all mine. Terry Kay

Reply
author
Ian William

You've transformed chaos into beauty, a more than delightful read, Simon!

Reply
author
Bernadete van d...

Beautiful chaos, all right! specially the last stanza. 
Nice work, Simon.  B
 

Reply
Poem -

Writers Turmoil

Writers Turmoil

Intent on self exploration, stripped and laid waste to the crows, my lungs collapse and I drop to my knees...

Poem -

Malice

Malice

He's disinterested, arrested in his own needs in excess. He drives down your self, your views and spews...

Poem -

Repetition

Repetition

Full of emotion,
He quietly weeps,
The chorus notoriously never sleeps.

Calamities...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

Fire and Ice: A Game of Love

Fire and Ice: A Game of Love

The embers glow, a fiery heart

Flames of passion, a burning art

A red rose...

Poem -

Living Sick

Living Sick

They look at us different, they feel no different.

i didn’t like the looks, i didn’t like the books...

Poem -

Impossible mission for...

Impossible mission for systematization to be wrung out of entropy

Which lame excuse I exclaimed,
when my dear old mom asked
rather told me in her scolding...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com