Air

by Linden   Mar 31, 2007


What a load of nothing,
Air is something we need.
To breathe, to live, to care,
But we take it with greed.
I think of life as air,
I don’t like it at all.
Life the universe and everything,
Might someday give me a call.
But for now my heart is nothing,
Motionless and still.
I can not love or play,
Until I grow ill.
Sighing and moaning,
Nothing is happy.
Only sad worries,
And feeling crappy.
The Air we breathe,
The Air is thee,
And nothing will become if it.

Linden Buttel

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  • 17 years ago

    by Ashleigh Skye

    Wow I loved this poem it sounded a bit like a speech in the beginning but the more I continued reading the more I got envolved in the poem itself. The shortness of the lines made it explode right off the computer screen. My favorite part was how you kept it all as one stanza that made the power just grow and it looked much better. Nice job.

  • 17 years ago

    by Italian Stallion

    Wonderfully pened, I loved the originality within this poem. Nice style and a unique feel which I liked. good Job.

    Peace, Joe

  • 17 years ago

    by Jenni Marie

    I love this...it's original and unique in style and concept.
    The first few lines had me hooked and it just kept getting better.

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