Man Up
His haphazard is like a cool breeze on the skin
He walks as if emoting for all to see
But is recluse
He vindicates his role as a virtuoso
He smiles but is in oblivion to those who are engraved by him
He doesn't dilatory
He is spontaneous
But not too haphazard
When looking into his eyes you feel like you’re in an asylum
You are cajoled by how he infiltrates your thoughts
He doesn't dictate or give adulations
He doesn't say the reciprocal of what he feels
Nor does he repudiate what is thrown at him
He is not arid when he extenuates his thoughts
His statements aren't hackneyed or skeptical
He mitigates the truth to make a replica to the harsh facts of life
He speaks of disparity with deplore
His thoughts and ideas are perpetual towards volatile
All he entreats is jubilation
For fidelity to venerate
Those who wish to change the perquisite ways of the world
Man up
3 comments:
From Stephanie And Ariel: We think that your creativity was great. You as well used a great amount of words. Your delivery was louder then most others so that was good.
Great Jobs<3
your poem is projected well. i liked how your title was repeated at the end of the poem, further reinforcing it. Must have taken you guys really long. GOOD JOB! (:
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