A life of Strife

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

A poem written when I was but a wee lassy, still trying to figure out the world.

When you've done all wrong, and all you have left is an empty soul.

Some start their own song, just to fill their hearts torn hole.


My life, to outsiders has been easy.

Everyone has their own strife, and mine sure haven't been breezy


But even as time moves on, the gazelles keep grazin.

On the African prairies lawn, days out and days in.


The cheetahs keep sprinting, the mountain lions go on hunting.

Book factories keep printing, football players keep punting.


Babies are born, bringing new life to earth

And still families are torn, as secrets begin to unearth.


Pasts that are much more sinister, than most would have you believe.

But every church minister, knows that youth always grieve.


The ones they have lost, and while some start to think that it's their fault.

Many choose to live with the cost, yet others turn to single-malt.


Mothers, and fathers alike want to see their children thrive.

Brothers, if wise enough start teaching their siblings before five.


These next few lines, are of a truth more powerful than any I've yet made.

Which leaves me alone in the pines, for my breed has forbade.


What now is commonly a one night stand, those are things I’ve always hated

Because nothing is planned, unlike when one is for life mated.



My day’s go bleakly, I hear about a teen pregnancy.

But all I can do is shake my head weakly, knowing I'd never be so chancy.


The days of waiting till marriage, are coming to an end.

But I will not adhere to such disparage, for I will defend.


My purity, till when my bachelor days.

And times spent alone are left to obscurity, and I can finally laze.


With the one who holds my gaze, a lifelong companion.

Who makes me feel pleasure in all its ways, where we become the yang and yin.

Submitted: December 17, 2019

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Oh wow, The Monogamy Poem. I like it. You're right about one thing - virgins at the altar are few and far between. Guilty as charged. More power to you, though. I hope you find the one! Is it Italy they hang the bloody sheet on the balcony?

Fri, December 27th, 2019 5:42am

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