So the waves move.
We all find our groove.
Some with the silver spoon.
Looking wayward at noon.
Crying baby all in tears.
No milk from MOMS fears.
Love rides the tides of life.
Full of turmoil and wicked strife.
Drunk bar stool tells its story.
Empty words of its glory.
Cry onward plastic fallen.
Calls of the empty stalls.
love is really like waves that take us without giving us choice to fight back but little.
Thanks for my reader comment. This is an awesome poem.
I really like the pattern in which you have written this poem. Goes to show the depth the author has as every word signifies uniqueness.
Awesome indeed! waves of love ocean submerge us always! 10+
deep thoughts in your words this is one i have'nt heard great! p.s. and thank you for reading my poem
i really like this poem. its very well written. someday i hope to write like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Drunk bar stool tells its story. Empty words of its glory And i got so much worry.......'cause the world denies me fury Nice...........I'm so much impressed