that day

soundgrunger
soundgrunger Posts: 218
edited March 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the day
the day
that day
today.
things to get done and bills to pay.
but how much of it is just greed?
and how much of it human need?
survival, i'll figure it out my way
amongst things i hear and things i say.
in a moment of insight, living for today;
i'll figure it out my way some way, some day,
today?

the words sound nice, the theories fit,
but a real life is what we live.
a time to take and a time to give--
pass on the message, more love to give.
but i swallow in my gut a pit,
i hear empty laughter as i sit,
and i think i think i think i bit

the bait.
i'm late,
you're late,
we're late,
too late.

and i'm gone
today.
the day
the day
that day
today.
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  • Manofthe
    Manofthe Posts: 13
    Pretty good
    No matter how cold the winter theres a spring time ahead.
  • Righteous Jammer
    Righteous Jammer Posts: 509
    I like the way your poem flowed....nice poem
    It doesnt hurt.... when I bleed
    but memories...they eat me
    I've seen it all before,...
    bring it on cause I'm no victim.
    -Ghost
  • pearlmutt
    pearlmutt Posts: 392
    I can't drive 55 -- or ten for that matter.

    ISN said something about pain relievers somewhere --

    so pain relievers, while awake, poetry.

    Nikki Giovanni's That Day is a lot like this That Day

    the funky rhyme

    the subject of the poem is totally different though. She rhymes itch with witch, which makes me smile; she could have rhymed it with bitch, but you know, she didn't. Thanks poet.
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    i dig it.. i can relate.. in my own way, i can relate to your poem..

    thank you. :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green

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