My TV has a name written in bold letters
I try to remember,
They tell me it's important
All I remember is it's aged zing
Like ze ze ze, I'm thinking, pregnant bee.
I try making conversation,
like, s'cuse you, what you doing?
Credit be given to my TV.
It laughs and laughs, and laughs, and grins, and waves
Tomorrow, I will speak to it again
Now, I'm too vexed with it's cockiness..
Maybe tomorrow, I'll sing it a song of storms and flowers and myth
Maybe I'll write me a song of how we met
You were crouched in your little box and I was starved a little love
Oh, won't you sing me a song today. Tomorrow is never certain.
I'm going away tomorrow,
with my pills and more pills
My Tv Has A Name
Chiamaka Chukwuma
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/30/2020
Poet's note: It was a cool evening and I thought of just fading away into my TV set in front of me. I wanted to talk about the uncertainty of tomorrow and life. How things doesn't last and security is just words
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Poem topics: I love you, away, never, today, bold, write, conversation, speak, love, remember, song, tomorrow, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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