Learn More

Rebecca Stansfield


DRIPPING DROPPING SOUNDS


How is around in mind,
the how of enormous of timings,
in this that so crude of telling lies,
and telling of OUR feelings.

The rising budding of the noise,
so ringing in your ear,
is a how of knocking down,
bulletins of water tears.

The sighing of the help not there,
a battered crying mind,
what is a tear, a tear dripping,
a watered watery crime.

The drip behind, the dropp in-front,
what a typical line,
that's budding the sounds of WHO's AND WHY's,
making the dripping, dropping sounds!

Submitted: Friday, November 04, 2011

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (DRIPPING DROPPING SOUNDS by Rebecca Stansfield )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  3. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  4. Christmas Trees, Robert Frost
  5. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  6. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  7. Television, Roald Dahl
  8. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  9. Hymn To Joy, Friedrich Schiller
  10. Design, Robert Frost

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Jane Brontë

I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born

In secret pleasure - secret tears
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]