My Dying Bride Ii Poem by Amir Foroughi
My Dying Bride Ii
Oak of time
Herbs of sorrow
Fables of lost
Vessels of morrow
You stand there alone
Screaming vaguely in the rain
Such awkward spectacle to see
Again giants of terror again pain
Dismantling devotion
In a pathetic condition
Nowhere to come nowhere to go
Whether I want or not
Not
Last tape of confessions
Of lesbians or homos
Foes
Tormented or twisted situation
Survivor of times
See me cry
Far away in a bloody moon
No tolerance for her I want her
To be my dying bride soon
Amen
A great poem interestingly written! Admired the quirky intent and literary skill!
A very well expressed piece Amir, the narration dips into the readers minds..making you think more clearly about what the poem speaks of...its very well penned....I give a big 10
interesting narrative poem, very well written, thank you for sharing..............10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:07:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mr Froughi , this poem sounds nice and well -written, thank you