Sitting in the corner of his room,
With his knees pressed to his chest,
Praying for a magic broom,
He is far, far from his crest.
He has more than one to care for,
More than one battle to fight,
Everything is moving fast in his head,
Searching for the light, now out of sight.
He could, with just a flick, die,
And all the world could suffer,
That would be because Mr.Superhero,
Was actually, a complete duffer.
Heavy duty, heavy fear,
And nothing is not unclear,
Weariness of the mind,
Leaves him far behind.
Another story on the news
Of Humanity's abuse,
He stands up and holds his head,
"This repression will not last", he yelled.
Makes a plunge to the ceiling,
And out into the sky,
a loud divine pealing,
(The audience would surely sigh)
Mountain strong, Cannonball-King Kong,
The world at his feet,
"Superhero, superhero", pointing to him,
A boy yelled out on the street.
After this all the action lies,
When he beats the bad guy's ass,
Saves the day, saves the city,
And in the end, he gets his lass.
5 comments:
Nice 1 bro....
I like it! Especially the subliminal hint that if you don't give up, you get yourself a lass ;). Hehe!
Very well written and has vivid imagery (loved the 'world at his feet' connotation). Keep it up! Keep writing :)
You write in a way that makes it easier for the reader to build a picture up :) Thought I can not write / read / understand poems for nuts, I like this one!!
you know my fav part? no other reason than it made me smile -
He could, with just a flick, die,
And all the world could suffer,
That would be because Mr.Superhero,
Was actually, a complete duffer.
loved this one :) almost as much as my birthday poem :P
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