lovedly
lovedly
Jan 20, 2016

fear me not O death!

His dying inner fear

Why next?
Ask Hilary on Everest
He couldn't get a cup free
hot or cold may be...

you are at least relishing poetry
as we all sing praises of thee
hear us here
no where else
you shall ever find folks
of my kind
all you will leave far behind....
For if you do, just sms me
I shall fly towards you
simply catch me

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: UNIVERSE...ETERNITY C/O ME, ROU

Favorite Poets: All across the Internet whom I read

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Comments

Buddha

We challenge death
from the mountian tops
of Everest down to the
depths of the sea... yea
even penned pages of poetry.

Lovely as always Lovedly.