This structured poem expresses grief and longing for a beloved grandmother who has passed away. The narrator fondly remembers times spent with their grandmother in the past, how she made them appreciate life and feel protected. Without her presence, the
This structured poem expresses grief and longing for a beloved grandmother who has passed away. The narrator fondly remembers times spent with their grandmother in the past, how she made them appreciate life and feel protected. Without her presence, the
This structured poem expresses grief and longing for a beloved grandmother who has passed away. The narrator fondly remembers times spent with their grandmother in the past, how she made them appreciate life and feel protected. Without her presence, the
There’s a bitch beholding down there Seeing a lot of desperate and wench woman Seeking for their own contentment.
Imagine the way they fantasize,
They actually mean for sex, look at their eyes, They’re brown and splendid shining as diamonds, Expressing on how pitiful and disgust they are.
As they moving towards their excursion,
They are ravenous as snake craving for gent, And I scarcely notice on their visage, Their soul was enormously broken into fragments.
In grasping in this benevolent situation, I asked myself,
Why do women tolerating this treacherous deeds? This outlandish, idiotic and immoral actions, Sometimes -- it’s the last minute of sorrowfulness, Betraying one selves, causing melancholic despair.
Never in my wildest dream that—
Other woman just do this just for their juvenile sake. Name: Benjie F. Good Category: Structured Oh Sweetest, Grandma By: Benjie F. Good
I’d never been in this malignant condition,
When there’s something perturbing your thoughts and feelings, When I’ve seen her my conscience trembles to torment, My focus for everything fell into folly.
Oh! My beloved grandma, why did this happened?
Last night we’ve just the moon that shines back to heaven Your big grinning’s blasts to gloomy quietness side Now, your stout body is lying like a dead woods.
Remembering the past that we had long ago,
You’ve made me appreciate what really life sow, We are walking together like nobody know, I’m just like a precious gem that never had go.
Sometimes at night, I’m scared to sleep when I’m alone,
The darkness trying to disguise my fuzzy mind, I wept like a baby unloved by her mamma, Grandma would come along and cease my feebleness.
I wish I could go back to the past to set flaws,
Never discard her passionate to my future, A grandson that rarely useless in her warning, Better to reminisce now the things we had dealt.
Petra Storjohann - Lexical-Semantic Relations - Theoretical and Practical Perspectives (Lingvisticæ Investigationes Supplementa) - John Benjamins Publishing Company (2010) PDF