Poetry Blogs (mentor)
A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't
mean a thing
in the grand scheme.
Wears his heart
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
Waxes poetic about
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain
More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
in you and me.
Saturday 5th September 2020 2:21 am
Once there was a boy
Full of misery and no joy
Given up hopes a long by
Just in a stand still when she crossed by.
'You can do it. You were great'
This was the first time when someone said..
This feeling of accomplishment he never felt,
This feeling of achievement he never had.
Never had someone who believed in him.
Waiting for a long time, gathering enough guts,
Wanted to say 'thank...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 7:53 pm
I wonder how this generation,
fresh out of school,
is going to make it in the work world.
There are exceptions of course,
but most are selfish sloths.
They have been coddled,
argue Google makes them brighter,
than professionals with a lifetime of experience.
Their attention span is shorter than an egg timer.
You have to repeat instructions to them.
Chained to their poin...
Friday 22nd May 2020 10:40 pm