Poetry Beast


~POETRY BEAST~

 

 

 

 

 

I have murdered so many vowels

metaphors,similes,personification,

You wonder why police kept my

location,

Because I strike forces of soul

And leave them peacefully

For Devil to sweat

Yet thirsty for blood.

Carry my sword.

With my white flag 

As I represent poetry hood

Father Teresa I am since 

I provide food,

I stand for the good and against the bad.

I kept mountains melting ice

When the soul striked

I do and I have done magic

without codes,

Call me poetry beast

As I stand against paper with pen kiss.

Frequency I’m always on air I don’t

loose signal as I strike for peace making

realize I’m down on earth.

God send me to hell for soul to fetch.

I squat down in bushes with my uploaded mind.

On staircases,elevators by standing on thoughts.

My head has turned into a hand of prisoner with head calf of thoughts 

I’m poetry beast I suppose.

I live the land without moving

Take a flight without smoking.

Hell I am poetry beast.

As the paper ask kiss.

I discipline empty minds

And leave them reloaded with float paper boats.

As my thoughts fly like a kite over wind

I’m a poetry that not a sin

You even call me a pen king.

 

~POETRY BEAST~

POEM BY|DaSoulstriker

YEAR |20|3

J|Z POET|ART WORK

INTERNATIONAL

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s