Poem -

Walking Ghost

Walking Ghost

A seaside town,on the British West coast
 The plight of the spice head,a walking ghost
An expression so empty,like an old hotel room
 A future of vacancy,doom and gloom
Sat in shop doorways,a face full of grime
 A date with the reaper,just a matter of time
Head hung forward,as the spice takes effect
 They don't give a damn,what happens next
A guilt sort of feeling,to see this on our streets
 As our lives are much better,fulfilled and complete
Some don't care,how their lives will end
This seems to be,the unfortunate trend

Like 2 Pin it 0
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
Jeremymallender

Pretty impressive, love the analogies. When we toured the UK last year noticed some of the coastal towns had gone downhill from what I remembered. Put it to music in a minor key.

Reply
Poem -

STOP LOOK LISTEN

STOP LOOK LISTEN

To stop look and listen
Your toes behind the kerb
This used to be the golden rule
And...

Poem -

The Selfless Brave

The Selfless Brave

Forever young, as they paid the price
For freedom and pride, their sacrifice
Never to be...

Poem -

Thoughts of a Broken Heart

Thoughts of a Broken Heart

Life has tried to take away
The love I hold deep inside
The memories and the fun we had...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

SACRED DANCE - POEM BY...

EARTH'S SOUL

SACRED DANCE - POEM BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

SACRED DANCE
A vastness,
yet sacred, betwixt our divine spheres,
Earth's soul
...

Poem -

Here

Here

People have talked about stick and stones, but I'm just tired of dealing with it in the first place. Yes, I...

Poem -

The Version You Want

My love,
you tell me to change,
to stop being what you despise,
that what you see in...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com