I’m crippled by the stars that glisten outside the night sky.
-Beautiful.
Burning me with their silver essence.
Quivering behind dark eyes,
Hiding from the temptation set in front of me,
I remain quiet and alone.
Time and time again-
Minutes and seconds mingle with the rhythm and tempo of an out of orbit earth.
I recoil from the moon and try to wrap myself in atmospheric blankets.
-Ruined not broken. [I am]
Oceans rage beneath my feet.
I’ve been standing on heavy waters for ages now.
Watching the slow death of my planet.
No longer able to stay,
I plead the winds to take me away...
And I am gone.
A single star tucked in my pocket.
'A single star tucked in my pocket.' and '...the stone of his eyes.' Oh yes - a real talent here.
Hi Brenda, I agree with Lillian. You are extremely talented. Great write.10++++
this is lyrical and full of meaning. I can't believe you are only 17. Some poets twice your age cannot make their poems fly this high! Thank you or sharing Brenda.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful imagery here. Enjoyed this poem very much.