I almost forgot what it's like
to be wrapped in your embrace
like bones in soft flesh
making way for
a secret, but dark thought-
Aloud, when I'm alone
should I whisper
this wish to be brought back
among the living
just to be
a hybrid life-like form
of something
seeking,
collecting unshed tears,
unspoken words
the dew dripping from the
flowers of regret
the dreams that got stuck
in wooden
hand-carved boxes
and stored away, hoping
to be open one day by another
the colours that
were never used by a painter
the verses that never
had the chance to be placed
in poetry books
the moments that never
turned into memories
because, if there's life
and love, there's also poetry.
If there is life and love, there is poetry. A beautiful and laudable concept. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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Hi Agatha, A beautiful poem on dreams and love, and above all POETRY. Great work with endearing images: the colours that were never used by a painter the verses that never had the chance to be placed in poetry books the moments that never turned into memories Fantastic. Enjoyed reading. Your command on vocabulary is marvellous. Turning the simple words into such exquisite poetry.. Wonderful.10+