Boring times

by Sinister Soire   Apr 9, 2005


Why must I live
In boring times
I sit around
And toy with rhymes

I lay around
And dream of wars
To live so brave
On far off shores

Honor and truth
Is what we lack
These glory days
I'm wanting back

To fight for what
You believe
No matter how
So naïve

You never know when
Bombs will fall
And always waiting
For your call

Going off to meet
Your death
Never knowing
Which is your last

God I’m lucky
Living here
I can spend each day
Not in fear

I’m grateful for
The boring days
Thankfully I take
Each day in praise

copyright 2005 © Logan brown

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  • 18 years ago

    by Elynnka

    Good poem, u've got talent, keep it up.

    ~*~~**m.c.flem**~~*~

  • 18 years ago

    by So-Not-Normal

    WOW this is good logan i've been waiting for new poems from you! n this one is really g-ood! read some of mine n comment yeah! neways grreat job n take care of urself!
    *-*Kat*-*

  • 19 years ago

    by Angeline

    So thats why you're always so bored..lol Great poem, I wrote a short story about the same thing once. You are kind of chaning your mind through the poem, and you show yourself that the boring days actually is good:)

  • 19 years ago

    by Bogie

    Dang!!! Dude, this is an excellent write.
    It is sad the world has had constant war,
    and some live in fear 24/7. With global
    terrorism on the rise, fear is their game.

    This line is so true, “Honor and truth
    Is what we lack”
    Will earth ever see just one day of peace
    with man and his wars? We all hope that
    day comes soon.

    The last stanza say’s it all my friend.
    A great write indeed, the read is fine
    with rhyme and no rhyme.
    Good job well done and now enjoy
    a boring day and many more. ( :

  • 19 years ago

    by Brookeღ

    An amazig poem! Very well written! U are very talented! Keep posting I look forward to reading more of ur poems! Take Care! Brooke 5/5

    Would u check out my newest one Set Free for me Thanx I appreciate it!

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