The beggar(Italian Sonnet)

by Ş∂ņďħy∂   Jun 21, 2004


He lived on the road with no address,
He found his fare from the wood,
Skeletal he remained, with scanted food
Ugly he looked covered in dirty dress.

His eyes were filled with mere stress,
Nobody expressed sorry for the ill-fated dude.
Leaving his pride he pleads for food,
Begging to God to lessen his distress.

In front the shining sun, they saw him faint
No one in the crowd cared to heed.

Not cursing, but whispering complaint,
They all ignored him just like a weed.

Why is that everybody's heart so taint
They could have helped him stop fade!

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  • 19 years ago

    by nandini

    hey trincy...nice poem. very well written liked the topic too.something different and very beautifully written.keep writing!!!

  • 20 years ago

    by Brandon Evans

    Great job Trincy. These types of poems look easy at first glance, but can be tricky keep a flow to. You did just that! Excellent work!

  • 20 years ago

    by julie

    excellent again! what marvelous poems you have, keep up the excellent work!Love julie -xx-

  • 20 years ago

    by ~:.GodeSsOfTemPtati0n.:~

    wow ur talented =) muah i loved this one

  • 20 years ago

    by Ş∂ņďħy∂

    I was trying to write a sonnet... an Italian sonnet.. thats why i stopped it in 14 lines...Thanks for the comments everybody

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