Uriah Hamilton


Return - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I used to only write about love,
perfume and bracelets
on thin wrists,
about seeing a woman's eyes
no matter the distance between us;

but now, the only moonlight I find
caresses broken concrete
in a cold city or the cemetery stones
of those I wish I could see.

The dead don't return,
nothing returns,
Sidra, I don't think I'll return.


Comments about Return by Uriah Hamilton

  • Silver Star - 3,325 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (2/25/2015 12:23:00 PM)

    Poignancy but in great poetic style and creative expressions. I like poems such as these that are out of the ordinary.
    Way to go and it does have an effect on readers.
    I hope u do read mine latest too. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, July 17, 2015


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