Beneath Delicate Feet Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Beneath Delicate Feet
The fear is terrible
And my heart is weak
When I see you distressed
Or painfully displeased
With the fading smile
Of a withered rose.
God creates Goddesses
For men to adore,
But it is such a cruel joke
To live life at their feet
With absolutely no hope
Of making them happy!
I am happy when I'm unhappy, that's my comfort zone...strange isn't it?
unhappiness likes company... too. i like to blend my happiness into the happiness of another. everytime i find myself in the presence of unhappiness, i excuse mysef... before i'm affected & infected. 'cause if i'm feeling poetically well, ain't no need to mess up everything good; i'm poetically feelin'. i hope u r poetically happy 4 the rest of your poetic life.
Happiness Uriah, does not come compacted, it comes in tiny morsels such as this lament to worshipping from afar. What I love about writing on the net is, I feel so close, just a click away from the minds of my friends and the odd lover! lol Grinning at you. Love the poem. Love in the moment. Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 3:19:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The Hauntingly sad yet beautiful 'Beneath Delicate Feet' will have all the elements of a favourite of mine This is exceptional! Love Duncan X