Burning Poems Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Burning Poems
I do what I can,
I smile amid the lonely city blues
While people I love disappear
In life’s transitory foggy mist.
There’s a certain woman’s tender mouth
I can’t remember what it felt like to kiss.
I gravitate toward dark avenues,
Shady bars and bitter-tasting booze.
You won’t recognize me
The next time we meet:
My hazel eyes have turned grey
On my increasingly despondent face.
I’m burning poems I wrote for you,
Their ashes flicker away in the empty sky
Like the memories of childhood dreams.
oh my god for this line: ' You won’t recognize me The next time we meet: ' and oh my god again! Uriah, man has it been too long since I've read your stunning words my friend..How do you do it? reaching into my soul and pulling out the words...I swear, if I wasn't having trouble writing such melancholy myself, I'd fight you for this poem.. You don't know how brilliant you are...these words will be remember my friend...I promise. Always, Amberlee
Delightful write Uriah, a splendid read and a beautiful poem to consume. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX
What a beautiful write! True poetry is ageless. Take care. Sandra
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I fall at the altar of the line 'My hazel eyes have turned grey'. Classic. I love this