Poems,
like dishonest servants
and professional prostitutes,
Need to change often, remain fresh always
And change their stale countenance,
the last night's deo of seductive looks.
Poems are the silhouette of raining lust
that turns the pages of history ahead,
Till the dog-eared page comes,
Where moons have never slept-
With lilies of their dreams,
But have walked on the dry eyes,
Lonely with the melting flesh
In a world of silent blankness.
But have walked on the dry eyes, Lonely with the melting flesh In a world of silent blankness. Nicely penned. 10+++
Where moons have never slept- With lilies of their dreams, But have walked on the dry eyes, Beautiful imageries. 10++++
Poems, like dishonest servants and professional prostitutes, Need to change often, remain fresh always A nicely penned poem.10++++ for the sharing.
Very well written. And so true. I am never quite sure what I think about using a technique, a form, a way of wording so much that the author can be recognized even without his name attached to the work. Sometimes I think that is good- -other times I get a bit restless when reading a series or a book of one author's work because there is little variety and as you say clad only in one color of thought.. We need to keep our wings searching out a higher elevation of sky- but I think too that it is comfortable for both reader and author to have some solid earth beneath our feet as well! Well thought out piece here.
Thanks revered poetess for the great inspiration with a personal touch and for so nice comments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Need to change often, remain fresh always A nicely penned poem.10++++ for the sharing