A Poem by emipoemi

A passerby throughout society;

A silhouette without variety;

A phantom blank in reason, bland in rhyme;

A soul estranged in nature, lost in time-


Shine or shower he wanders.


No stranger to decorum or finesse,

Clad ever in pristine and dapper dress,

With loafers ever fashionably shined,

And bowler ever solemnly inclined-


Hour by hour he maunders.


No eyes to see what wonder lies around,

No ears to hear or mouth to voice a sound,

No nose to sniff the scents within the air,

No sense to feel the wind waft through his hair-


On pride and power he ponders.


A withered waif with pockets full of sand;

A nowhere-man within a nowhere land;

A windblown leaf with no trace in the loam;

A rolling stone with no direction home-


Of sweet and sour he squanders.


© 2017 emipoemi

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I really like this poems form. The single line between the stanzas really make it.

I like the flow of the second stanza the best, but I think the fourth stanza is my favorite overall.

I seriously can’t pick a favorite line.

It’s all absolutely lovely.

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8 Months Ago

Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it.

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Added on November 18, 2017
Last Updated on November 18, 2017
Tags: poetry, poem, solemn, shadows, estranged, solitude




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