CANDIES AND POISON (An original poetry)
the world is a Calvary of soldiers.
It is a battle field with bayonets, spitting fires.
you're in a marathon to survive poverty.
but your pasts keeps haunting you like a nightmare on a deserted night.
The world is a beast with seven heads.
Predicting the apocalypse and the demise of infants in their mother's womb.
It's is like the horse men of purgatory.
Poking at life's very existence like a sword caressing a bread.
your breath is but a bullet away, and your judgment will come faster then the speed of light.
The world is a black panther.
Slithering Like a wounded cobra.
he is a hunter lying in wait for people with underated ignorance.
Waiting to slize the throats of cowards who hides under the grasses.
It's just as dark as the night but swifter than an eagle gunning for a prey.
The world is a snake under a green grass.
It's sweet as a chicken pudding.
But insides are spikes of nails sharper than the edges of frozen ice.
It's filled with beautiful illusions.
That serenades horrible nightmares,
It's an agent of evil, posing as angel of light.
The world is shadow without images.
a deep questions with shallow answers.
an abyss of confusion; a smoke without legitimate fire.
a gory sight of war without victors or vanquished.
The world is a cauldron of painful happiness.
The key to sweetness dwells in emptiness.
Every beautiful thing is but for a while.
Even the rainbows, dazzling the horny skies.
Comes with a price, flood your emotions and you will heal from the scars of love.
The world is a mermaid at sea.
You're tempted to swim her like a Nile.
But she's an encyclopedia of misunderstandings filled with uncertainties.
She is conspicuously beautiful, and you're willing to explore.
Never knowing there's more.
She's beautiful from head to waist.
but underneath her is a pile of secret that will bring you early grave.
POETIC ANALYSIS.
Haunted is a poem that explores life and its uncontable irregularities, in a nutshell, the poem makes use of metaphors to totally allay the perspective of understanding of me.
Sometimes we tend to look at the World and how we've related to it, it seems that what we've expected if it has certainly been the opposite if what we've gotten.
The poem which seven lines and irregular stanza arrangement, it totally does not rhyme nor those it have a metric arrangements totally making it a free verse.
Inside contains figure of speeches like metaphors, symbolism, imageries, similes, paradox, pun, and many more.
Thank you for reading
Image credit
Written, edited & compiled
By @Josediccus
2/3/2018
As a suggestion, don't put the analysis in the same post, or even at all. It limits the poem and subtracts from your post. But the poem itself is good, you have talent.
Yea! The world is full of vanities and uncertainties, nothing is for sure really. I duff my hat, nice work. Keep it coming, i love it!!!