day day day or history should I call you?
To you future is alien, only present is the ink that fills your pen
Your pen that has never licked the same letters upon the book of time.
On the pages of seconds you carve universes silent whisper
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Affair With The Wind
Pan head
My pan head
Mine you are
And Yours I am
Been we have
To Lands the mind has only tried to imagine
Together barriers we shatter, lands we conqure
Diamond studded paths we pioneer
Up dangers spine were an impulse
For now time is a snail we have salted
In your belly Thunder gods creed
Their symphony you conduct
The sole genre my ears crave
Friendship with wind we have forged
Her cheeky slap We've savoured
Adrenaline is your blood
Mine drowns in yours
My pupils gape wide as the sky
Devouring the velvet Horizons
Nothing is in our way, invincible we enthrone our selves
Till snails platinum trail ticks once more
Gallant steed I call you.
You and I, flesh and iron, 'manchine'.
Hi Mr Brian your both poems, Affair with Wind & Day Original, keep purely rhythmic, meaningful words with the messages you intended to depict. Congrats and best wishes
excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem
Lovely poems with great imagery.Thank you for your comment on my poem Insomnia
Thank you as I'm new to writing... Wow the debt in your word's moved me