A lone forlorn land,
With quietude and stillness
A violin shall stand
And stir the veil gossamers,
Shall thee play
To awake a golden stream
And thou, shall yield to prayer
As the lips of darkened creeks
An old dream
By a daffodil vale
And tinkles like rhyme
Next, to edelweiss dale
With all it's splendour
The strings of wedge
Shall dance on ligneous tendernes
And with all the fledge.
A slipping stargaze
An awakening woolgather
Shall disappear as seeing margate
And feels like bushwhacker.
This dream is undertaken
It feels like agony, despair
No melody no percussion
I don't know if to stare at lord's prayer
It is heartbreaking
As if lost in murk
The golden waking king
Shall sleep again with a smirk
No more waves of dance
No more sleeps on bower
A shady dew on a mayflower
A lapsing fall by a lavender
But loitering feet know where
So hark! And feet fit on the ground
Embrace the sweet harebells
For love knows where to roam.
Nice poem, dream can only come true when we pursue them. Langston Hughes wrote a lot of great works and also inspires me a lot.
An old dream By a daffodil vale And tinkles like rhyme Next, to edelweiss dale you could pick any stanz to enjoy, but this one seems to stand out the most to me. Your words create a beauitful picture as you read along. Nicely penned. Annette
No more waves of dance No more sleeps on bower A shady dew on a mayflower A lapsing fall by a lavender... is really beautiful. Nice poem with beautiful wording and flow.Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Emilia. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.