Inner Prison Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Inner Prison
Looking up and out of inner prison bars, hearing voices
being carried from afar.
Listening to birds talking, weeds rustling, all things
coming alive in the cool breeze of yesterday, now dying
on parched lips of this morning.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/24/2024 8:40:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Things come alive in Yesterday's breeze die on parched up lips of the morning? The poet hides ocean-like meaning in this line. Hail this obscure poet!