When the words barely whisper

And the songs known forgotten

When the seldom well wished

And a stone throw’s the bottom

When the once well trodden

Is soiled down and sodden

Accept the well wishes of ones who once wished

And song without a singer like food without dish

And sing those well wishes to your brother on a lake

Stoning throws, hitting water, showing off for the sake

  • @ExperimentalGuyOP
    1•4 months ago

    I double spaced it because it wasn’t showing up properly singly spaced, anyone know why?

    • @ExperimentalGuyOP
      1•4 months ago

      Now that you mention it, my style does sound kinda robotic in this poem. It is mine. I would show some sort of proof, but I’m not exactly sure how I’d do that.

      Edit: on second glance I think it sounds robotic because of the way I rhyme. The transitions aren’t smooth in this one and most lines rhyme at some point.