Missing the Point.

[Guest thepoet]

The concrete creeps

Beneath our offbeat feet;

Another obsolete street,

People filling the void.

We often speak,

But not from wanting to teach.

We don't concede defeat:

We're just contributing noise.

There's higher powers,

And there's dying flowers;

There's sunshine, showers;

There's misery, joy.

We yearn for love,

A sense of purpose once,

But to be verbally blunt,

I think we're missing the point.

[DeathMetalPrincess]

Brilliant poem!

[Guest Senpai Dragon]

Very very nice work.