A sad poem written with "imaginary words" supplied in a Poetry Prompt.
|The prompt is: Write a tortured poem in free verse using the three underlined words.
WOE RESIDES WITHIN
Misery rains from the sky,
Good, enjoyable previous times spoo by,
I labour nightly in the dark,
The nixpian dreams leave their deadly mark -
The signs depict olemnesciently,
That my life on this earth is done,
I sing badly, I walk stonily,
And what I write here, you all 'twill stun.
So I go herewith, O reader,
Please do not mourn for me,
Spoo the nixpian corridors,
Or, olemnesciently, laugh at me.
© Dr. Taher Kagalwala