Words Poem by Raynolds Moseamedi

Words

Rating: 4.5


The beginning and soon to be the end
Money we love less of them we spend
All untold and clearly fold
Unused in the lives of men, all 'cause of gold
words is power
A venom without a cure which leaves one sour
Dreams defined a nightmare to be refined
Words are now impossible to find
Caging minds, holding towers
Where words are expressed no one is spared
and still no blood is shed
only knowledge gained when the scriptures are read...

Sunday, July 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,words
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 22 October 2017

A refined poetic imagination, Raynolds. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.

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Gurleen Kaur Narang 23 July 2017

Wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing. Maybe you enjoy reading my poem (the game of words)

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Raynolds Moseamedi

Raynolds Moseamedi

South Africa, Pretoria
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