yet I do remember the hoary stance of night
rolling spumes away into onshore
to heap of sands yet not unknown
history yet records reels of fire.
where are those tiding whelms from hide
speckles ocean pierce into air unfailing
whispering dew of roses basking in glow
moon seemingly snored in valley of obscurity
mystery may uncover the flings of sorrow
night when chilled being chiseled of snow
do we ever know the eternity by reality?
rainbow is ephemeral by voyage to void
'mystery may uncover the flings of sorrow night when chilled being chiseled of snow do we ever know the eternity by reality? rainbow is ephemeral by voyage to void ' sorrow is only from our hearts..it handed down into our sensitive feelings..this poem expressess on how we should handle loneliness without being so affected..as it is said, it is a fling..grace
Beautiful poem. Good imagination is worth the poems. Frenzies of sadness - you say. Yes, sadness has different shades, similarly to joy. To this topic it is possible still a lot to say and to write. Your approach to the topic very much suits me. You know what you are writing about, you are doing it with the belief and beautiful. I am reading with pleasure. - 'rainbow is ephemeral by voyage to void ' - 'mystery may uncover the flings of sorrow' - perhaps, but must not I am reading your poem with pleasure. (10v.) Greetings. :) Maria Barbara Korynt
Good and evil, day and night, love and hate is all the reality of eternal nature....a heart surrendering His feet balances well with the opponent....I like the last two lines...nice
A beautiful write throughout, 'rainbow is ephemeral by voyage to void' excellent
Impressive train of poetic thought. Thoroughly enjoyed. Thank you so much for sharing. :)
very strong..full of emotions..sentiments... the depth is amazing and the thoughts are excellent.. expressing one's emotions into this strong, appealing piece.. hitting to the core... the flings of sorrow..the flings of uncertainties.. flows with depth... 10++++
The depth at what you write is insane.. that was done amazingly :)
urges my nerve to listen and talk....the inner revolution experienced with in the my whole life memories.....a mystical poem..holding every lines to breathe beyond natural force.....each has to feel every lines....so deep....such a wonderful poem...God less
very moving poem, i like it so much keep up the good work and i invite u to take a look of my humble poems if time permits
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is life after all, full of joy and sorrows May be with a little knowledge of eternal bliss We may escape the side effects of sorrow. A good write on the flings of sorrow Makes me think the ways to escape. Thank you dear poet.