Like an obedient child,
I wait. I wait.
Tomorrow, will you?
At a friend's party.
I despise dreaming
because they're lies;
sweet hearts' tales
gone by breakfast.
Perhaps i should be
satisfied with gazes;
for your lips are frozen,
stitched and dead.
Some very nice imagry here - stark emotions and effective delivery. Well done
This POLLUTION is Mrs JUDITH ELIZABETH BLATHERWICK AGED 54 old hag
such a nice poetry........10+ Best wishes for you.........
Thanks Sheik. Same to you too.
Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing.
I'm glad you like it Chin.
nice the last stanza- Perhaps i should be satisfied with gazes; for your lips are frozen, stitched and dead. ...... no soreness; no boring vest one drop of smiling or concerning tears on the dried way of coming in this night morning.......... till then waiting; till then waiting cause love is crawling! ! ! ! ! !
I really love this poem. it has a subtle simplicity to it - clear and vivid. nice one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
i loved this. for the shock element. exciting write, Melanie.