Wednesday, February 2, 2011

More Crappy Poetry Because I Can't Be Fucked to Actually Talk About Something

How cruel is a drop of water
if only a drop;
in the midst of the dry desert.
That drop of sparkling hope, fuels a
thirst for many more
to follow.

How cruel is an implication of love
if only an implication;
and not in practise, for it only makes
the heart yearn for
emotions scorned.

How cruel is a taste of heaven,
if only a taste;
what Lucifer threw away with vengeance
but one can not linger; how cruel, then
is but a taste of heaven.

Thus the cruelty of that drop of water,
as innocuous, as innocent as it may seem;
for just a taste of perfection only
makes the absence that much


  1. Ooh. Wow. This one is just fantastic.

    How cruel is a drop of water. That is a line of poetry that should be remembered for centuries, right alone with "so much depends on a red wheelbarrow glazed with rain" and "I do not like green eggs and ham/I do not like them, Sam I am."

    Fantastic metaphor.

  2. This reminds me a lot of the poems we looked through to pick our Poetry out Loud poems!
    Get this published and on their list so I can do it next year!