Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Friday, June 10, 2016

The life, sex, death haiku

Life evaded her.
Sex mostly evaded her.
Death evaded her.


– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)

Note
As we all know and have been told by countless pundits countless times, all good poems, novels, novellas, stories, movies and life in general are about life, sex or death. Or one or two of the three. Or all three, just like the purely fictitious, brutally honest and minimally mysterious ball breaker above.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

A good poem

Never fight a moon.
Where are the misty seas?
The moon dies like a stormy breeze.


– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)

Note
I must admit that I had some help writing this. The original version came from the Poem Generator. I modified it to make it even greater.
Why is this little poem good?
Because it contains some of the most important key words, images and subjects used in poetry throughout the ages. Such as moon, misty, seas, breeze and death.
Guaranteed to work each and every time!