Words

Poem By Raynolds Moseamedi

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...

Comments about Words

A refined poetic imagination, Raynolds. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
Wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing. Maybe you enjoy reading my poem (the game of words)


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