Brave pernicious little creatures,
birthmarked with long-pointed spouts...

The soul that breaths;
Life is not at stake...

TALENTS IN SLUMBER:
Children of wearied giant mother...

At the time of adversity galore,
bitterly he cries...

My keen starring at the past;
is quaking my dreams of the future...

Grief rushed in like a lion,
joy crawled out like a snail...

Farewell is my accolade,
I say to the time gone by...

Men of hoary fraternity.
Sitting together in aloof minds...

This sunny season's once the heart's long yawn.
Blissful moment, a heart image...

She said she loves me,
that may be or may not be true...

On this doomed and gloomed dawn,
here I lie alone...

My tears are just flowing,
like the verses of your poem...