chevyvent
chevyvent
Mar 16, 2017

Heads In The Street

There is a line being drawn in the sand
try to understand
Many equate logic for fear
I shed a single tear to numb the pain

We each are given a voice with a choice
many insist on lust instead of love
Other's just push things under the rug
eyes, faces & traces

Burning the midnight oil
when will this harvest begin to boil
Shadows break apart upon the morning dew
we have bitten off far more then we could chew

solace, humility & sullen brevity
Marching orders have been given
Satan's laughing spreads his wings
Trump is in office a new political swing

As the eagle fly's throughout the sky
to send a tender wish or a soft reply
Let us look above to the heavenly love
shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning plow

The time for change is now
a call is going out onto the nation
Hearts to unfold their dream episode
become a beacon of light to a hurting world in need

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Wolcott, Ct. USA

Favorite Poets: John Ashbery & Major Jackson

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Comments

Keith Logan

I think it is a fine poem as far as the first three verses go but can see no point in adding the next three.

Sparrow

With Keith, the feelings were fine until you backed into a political corner.
The world will not change with just a few words but opinions may bring about change,
Yours Ian..

scooby

in my opinion you should keep writing things like this. it may be confusing but as long as it makes since to you then at least it makes since. what you've written here is inspiring and amazing.

themoonman

I usually don't read comments before
reading a poem but happened to read
Kieth's this time first. My first reaction
was "that's a bit harsh" ... until I read
the poem. He's absolutely right. I don't
even know why they are there, it's like
two separate poems.

Your first line in your poem is cliche,
many times people will read no further
when a poet begins with cliche.

Your title ... how does that relate to
either poem presented?

Richard