I am sleeping
With the door open
In the sea
The indescribable.
A beauty
Much wilder
Even than the words of then.
Across
A span
To the island of eyeless poets
And I see
The poems
The ones of a tomb
Written in my mind
By the hands
Of the suicide
a very well expressed poem..short and direct to the point..10++++
what a dream to be written by the hands of suicide this poem has great depth lovely! ! !
Quite haunting, sad and touching.I will read more of your poems.
Odd, but I kind of like it, and I don't usually like odd poems. Perhaps it's just your English. Of course, you may be long gone from this site, or even this world. It's pathetic they don't bother to choose new poems of the day.
Congrats on your poem being selected three years in a row as poem of the day for December 28!
Nice write! Kudos! ! I like the powerful of imagery. Keep on writing
Imagery implanted well to realise reader the death as a part of material life one spend. The expansion of abstract world resides within beauty, man yet not achieved its ultimate expression to expose its essence of eternity. Suicidal note most relevant utterance where personality feels undone to expose. Nice.
Hello Yannis congrats for making Poem of The Day, I enjoyed this and whilst reading it could see a painted picture of this dream, thought provoking words. Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute dream 10+