From The Porch

From The Porch

A Poem by Jordyn

Just a little free verse and an observation on life. :P


Parallel the emerald sea rests civilization, 

It echoes with voices of the young and old, 

Who nonchalantly murder the miniature beings beneath. 

Rays aggressively penetrate their skin and the wind is almost non existent in the 

Chambers in which they originate. 

When the beings unhitch the latch, 

The atmosphere begins to grieve it’s newfound light, 

And weeping willows really do weep this time �" 

Languidly making way for the queens and kings. 

Although their mouths may fantasize, 

And the crinkles around their eyes will depict tales of heroic deeds, 

I have come to believe in the house rather than the home.

Because the rays may travel throughout the land for hours upon hours, 

But the sun always descends back into the horizon,

And into the depths of a dangerous abyss.

© 2018 Jordyn

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Added on May 4, 2018
Last Updated on May 4, 2018
Tags: poem, poetry, observations, life, home life, society, lyrical, free verse, mirakee, civilization, analysis, sea, water, ocean, murder, willows, nature, heroes, humanity, depressed, masks, reality



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