Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 35,819 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Light Is Purchased.. (1) - Poem by Is It Poetry

When we both are;
separated into silence and tears, ignored.
W'ye, and when you left me for wine and other grape varieties.
Hurry now sour, shriveled brown vines my sun, avoids.
The middle and once green with clover 'Dear' he wained.
Broken and your neckline has in recent years.
Put your flame in the cold and now hides your day
colder than kissing lost, made, I should.
Reality and feverish delirium this time examining the past.
Hidden by the hours in every minute disappeared like snow.
The morning dew gray clouds his face in tears
went down,
cold on my face etched stone - he felt again,
and the like - no warring
this in what sense, the daughter of my 'I now must stake.
Wish your everything I just mentioned, talk to me, again,
the deaf ears of the queen smug now gone wandering mind sometimes a woven mat.
Broken, and my light is purchased your glory:
Hear pronounced thy name thy shame,
and leaves the flame burning.
The black robes,
They call them before me/you, 'Bell Tolls on the deaf ears against mine'

Once the ear of the thine;
A chill creeps now seaps up spine, oh you hear and what not
Flown/our needs - are-why-not' sun/yellow now mine'.
Thousands of my tears, I spent, they have a large vessle sunk!


Comments about Light Is Purchased.. (1) by Is It Poetry

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 31, 2010


[Report Error]