Unperfect

by Romancing the Darker Side   Feb 6, 2008


A quiet day in the midst of December,
Oh, where have all the singing birds gone?
I see them not, I hear them not,
Their cheery whistles at the break of dawn.

The snow, such fluffy white elegance,
Why is beauty now forever soiled?
By machine driven fast over icy roads,
Nature's sweet gifts are now uncoiled.

Rising to sunrise, soon peering outside,
Why do slushy grey piles of despair abound?
Cigarette butts, and pieces of garbage,
Picked up by the wind and tossed all around.

But how is it that litter gets swept up,
And carried on by the rivers' sweet drift?
It is our fault, alone, for we are humans,
And we are nature's most unperfect gift.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I really loved this poem, this one was so flawless. Your words were so true and heartfelt.

    "A quiet day in the midst of December,
    Oh, where have all the singing birds gone?
    I see them not, I hear them not,
    Their cheery whistles at the break of dawn."

    I love how you wrote this stanza, great wording and flow. This really drew me into what you wrote. I don't think I've ever read any of your other work before, but this poem was outstanding! And you make a good point in this poem, that nature is so beautiful but we are destroying it by littering....etc.
    Great work, can't wait to read more. Keep writing, always and forever.....

  • 16 years ago

    by Beautiful Forever

    Great word portrait! I'm not even going to call this a poem, its a work of art using words! The flow was great, the word choice was brilliant, and the concept was beautiful! 5/5 Great job!

  • 16 years ago

    by Michelle18

    This is an excellent nature poem... and its so true...

    we are all unperfect..and alot of people have a problem with littering.

    good work. =]

    5/5

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