Friday, December 11, 2015

Coin / Milk

Coin

There's no head or tail
Beholding a defaced coin.
You can't make a sense.

P.S.: I know I have to move on to other poetry devices...last of pun.

Milk

My love, she cries for more love.
I give her some milk,
Tell her there is no use crying
Over spilled milk.

She milks a sad smile,
Spills our love like milk,
Tells me there is no use crying
Over spilled milk.

P.S.: Playing around with "milk" in an ice-cream parlour...well, ice-cream is made of milk the last time I checked.