Languages To Tell Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Languages To Tell

Poetry exists on vats of water,
In the liquid terminals of the mind,

At 1: 00 AM,
It exists in the fertility moods
inside the housings,

This longings to tell,
All the heartfelt communications,
With soul's around nature,

You'd expects everyone wouldlisten,
To the trends of the world,

The thoughts of every life's,
On surface of the world,

All pains and yearning
Accumulated through centuries,
Of living,

This kind marvelous planet,
We're entitled to,

But laid wastes by human war and
Volcanic earthquakes
destructructions,

Volcano arguments,
Verbal miscommunications,
And violent surges of human,
Emotions,

One you'd liked
Maybe dislikes,
Wastes of talents,

Wastes of resources,
And Gods promises,

We ingrates,
Misfits to ruled the world,
By our selfish own satisfaction.