To start here is my poem in it's entirety :
Morbidly optimistic, Happily pessimistic
Humans have no way of telling emotions
Outside of happy or sad,
So they write words and do motions.
That give the reader the same feeling they had.
So my emotion
Is in this ocean.
Made of words.
Deathly dark mind
Of a
Whiter pale kind.
Painfully evil peace
with a
Mournfully joyous piece.
Blacker inner shell
makes a
terribly peaceful hell.
Whiter outer core
of a
Demoniacally terrible lore.
Greatly sad happiness
with a
very happy sadness.
Devilishly clever foe
of a
Lengthily short woe.
This poem has no meaning.
It is
Just a feeling.
I have.
Please, I would love to see your works.
Hint:
ReplyDeleteTo separate stanzas in your poem you may need to use to html tag br (break line).