The day a man kneels down to listen up
And hears the heart of Mother Earth alive...

Sitting on a bench of steel was a man
Dressed in shiny satin suit from Japan...

I want to be free
perhaps if I stop wanting to...

If you see a man
beaten down on the ground by depression itself...

“when I was a kid
I used to play in the garden...

the tragedy, the love, the tragedy!
This will be found in the following story...

Sooth me lull me
in stillness...

I enjoy hiding in the shadows
Though the sun is always watching over me...

In the roots,
I find my past feeding from the present...

A Star so bright once asked this gal,
“lol, can you really write a sonnet...

Stress
please quit stressing me up...

Where are the meter writers hiding at?
just hit me with a poem in iambic...