The wind whispers a cold tune,
A sense of loneliness fills the air.
The unkindness of the world
Echoes through my mind.
I hear people starving,
Forgive me, for I am not
I am awaken from this
Sally Struthers
Commercial,
Wanting to ride my bicycle
One more time, before questions
Of heaven and hell arise.
Into the sun we will walk
One day,
past the clouds.
Are we in hell
searching for righteousness?
Do we seek that staircase
To enlightenment?
Do we follow the yellow brick road
To wake from this dream
Called Life.
Departing this world is no dream,
Shadows of an unforgivable past
De-illuminates your destination
And St. Peter utters
" Sorry we reached our limit"
Yeah...that is something to think about and imagine if it's no different from here.... there is room and saint peter just tells us that.......
A poem with potential, no doubt, Alfredo. With a bit more work, it could be something special. (I hope you don't mind me saying so) . Thanks for your kind words on my poem.
A good start with a nice poem, Alfredo. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This was unpredictable, and it make it a beautiful poem
DEAR ALFREDO JACQUES YOUR POEMS ARE GOOD. IT WILL BE MORE SHINING IF YOU USE APT WORDS, I MEAN SELECTIVE. LOVE WILFRED JOHN
Alfredo, your imagery is excellent. I liked it for a lot of reasons. Very good writing, easy to read and a very enjoyable read. Thanks for sharing it. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thought provoking with a dash of cynicism. fine write. -Tailor