The King's Keen Chin (Poem)

[appleyui]

The snow grasting and

A poor King, the grand

Julius; and ding dang,

The bombed bomb,

Banged bang,

Uncombed comb,

The messy hair,

And the tricky pain,

Laughter smiling,

Raining crying,

Wisk flicks:

How, how now

Would I bow?





Justice, the woman,

Human man, a sword,

Stronger the word;

The black, shadowy,

A sunset, cloudy;

The king´s keen chin,

Born lives, knives

Cutting existences,

True and diseases;

Fire melts,

Ice just tells

The yell, the snow:

How, how now

Would I bow?



The moon, fools

Moan;

The night, knights

Fight;

Wary Mary,

The weary lady;

My horse’s courses,

A friend, an end:

The novel writes

Literature, rites;

Just a page:

My rage.

[Ayano☆ＵＬＴＲＡ]

This is great! I love how the peom does things like this "The night, knights Fight". It makes for a very enjoyable flow and it's nice to look at too. Though I can't grasp it's meaning right away, I do feel that this is a good poem, keep up the good work :3

[appleyui]

Dec 5, 2016 3:51:07 GMT Ayano☆ＵＬＴＲＡ said:

This is great! I love how the peom does things like this "The night, knights Fight". It makes for a very enjoyable flow and it's nice to look at too. Though I can't grasp it's meaning right away, I do feel that this is a good poem, keep up the good work :3

While writing the poem, I was listening to a song. The author used some kind of poetry based on pure words. In Spanish is easier, though.
Thank you for reading C;