First Poem Poem by givemore Manyengawana

The world is a curious global theater,
My poem is nervous and anxious to capture the audience,
This first poem is ambitious however humble in respect of poetry legacies,
Where inspiration and attitude evolved from, masculine and famine,
Two sided like a coin, in spite of the caution, courtesy; this first poem is haste,
It desires to be in the halls of fame,
This first poem is wrapped up, extreme in imaginations, all across the globe,
Blowing the trumpets, flowing like rivers, rhyming emotions, attitudes, philosophy,
all in search of love, seeking for judgment, waiting for a theme, gaining respect, oblivious of intelligence, that’s the first poem, the radical poem, with conversations in each line,
Whispers, this is my life in a pen, can my first poem betray me?
Is it an endangered specimen of poetry species?
my first poem is gentle in nature, claiming beauty like sunset and tantalizingly smiling down like a woman of my dreams, I am the perfect man for my first poem,
An Adonis, a machismo.