Poetic Plague Doctor

Tag: Poetry

  • What the What?

    The world is up The world is down I just stand And watch it spin round What is life Time Space Is it all a phenomenal waste? Real Abstract The worst and best I’m tired of sleeping Please let me rest

  • Medicine

    Numb, numb My tongues turned dumb My hearts turned to stone but the pain isn’t gone I’ve tried to fight it Now I throw down my arms My efforts do no good and do much harm

  • Addiction

    Broken reflections Dark desires Sharp knives Burning fires Things long forgotten Then remembered to late Hoping for abstinence Sealed in fate Praying for mercy But what would you giveTo undo all the things that you already did

  • Face off

    Your Face tells half the story, Like an impression in the sand. Shows where you are but not how you came to be What is but not what made the man

  • Hiya

    Hello I’m a person You may so no but it’s true Yes I can feel Though I know it won’t change what you do Treat me like a doormat or a bug to be squashed Either way is your loss Because I am a person And I will not be broken My spirit is stronger…

  • The Sunset Sonata

    As the day comes to an end a rhythm fills my heartthe grandest of processionsis just about to start The colors at first are mutedlight oranges and soft pinksthey dance across the skyas the sun begins to sink The clouds along the horizonare then set ablaze in the skypurples splash, oranges now smolderand sparks of…

  • America Scam

    People take, but they do not give They breathe, but do they live? Like hamsters on a wheel they turn, sweat all day, and what do they earn? Worthless stacks painted green, they keep chasing that “American Dream”. In the end, what does it mean? The wheel goes nowhere, you’re standing still. Even children know…

  • Ashes, Ashes

    How quaint the world is when it all falls down, When all your plans, aspirations, and dreams hit the ground. How quiet the world is as we all slowly die, not even a moan, groan or cry. There is no happiness, hope, or joy at all. How silly the world is as we all begin…

  • Money and Value

    See the worldand its people look at all they do.Is there anything really new? No Nothing is new under the sun.Nothing fresh upon the earth.So what is all our toil for?What’s our work really worth? If fame is what you seekyour toil is in vain. If money is what you want,then your effort is for…

  • Shallow Bowl

    Pour my suffering into a shallow bowl, see your own reflection