MEMORIES OF FOOTPRINTS
Our names are pelt/breathing clays
Carved in prints, shades on beaches
We point tips at folktales, guzzle on wines
To sip out drunkenness of housing a man in men O' men.
Burnt men spur as flowers, rising with faces left in the green house
As insects play strings on grains, the sun smiles/ scares/ frowns/ and weaves help for the moon to scuttle again.
We have erased memos of how our footprints patched the soil/
The time we mount on mountainside, heads locked, as prints appears on seas.
Carved men are shepherds /predators/ carnivores
Wandering on rattans, camping from sorrows to mourns....
Men are man who bleeds, cries, roars and laughs,
We graze on nightmares and relax in dreams....
Men are souls creating beats/as lips made instrument,
Foots are ego of blind moves with heads underneath.
Men are natural, hanging on pedicel,
Rotting in chains like green/ grey/ brown/ black.
Men are bridges/ ends with parallel strings that shoots light away from the sun,
As we turn back our heads neither we see the last home coming soon....
Men are droplets of spring that cracks/ scratch the wounded sky/ bleeding earth,
Like scrotum/ Pierce into the yolks, pounds hearts to dust.
Men still survive with heads unknown,
As foots in endless race hunting for that last flesh on the sky
Men are not grieffy letters alone,
Men are bodies left with hands to rise/ lead/ punish souls.
Men are flesh found yesteryears back still admiring fresh,
Men spells/ traps/bite/ confess/ smile, kills/ live/ die/ rot in grave looking ever fresh.
About this poem
The poem is an illusion of developing a new call for humans about dangers of living a world. Most times, we sow our depth of fears and reclaim back the characters of being unjust to selves. This poem is a warning route about the world coming to an end.
Written on August 27, 2022
Submitted by umaraliyu4114 on September 01, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XX XA XA BX XX XX XX BX XX XX CX CX DD |
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,537 |
Words | 290 |
Stanzas | 13 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
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