Walking tall in a visage of bold.
Gloom, age rolls in empty days.
Raked dust, blows hot and cold.
Winds smirk at olden spears,
vacant, lifeless huddled hearts,
slumped, in caves of laden fears.
Swollen eyes in a blinding haze.
Enshrouds, gasping weary souls,
shifts, tiny dunes to mortal maze.
Banshees', baleful shriek that rips.
weighted, beaten, folded shanks,
pitching, worn out desert ships.
Unmet baffled tender cares,
sallow, spirits muddled in lows,
beaten, bound in fiendish snares.
Stifled, choked in dusty storms.
Broken, strides to weary trudge.
Smitten, smile at daily norms.
(15 May,2k11/Buraidah-KSA)
Very well written poem - you have a great talent for rhyme and expression. Well done.
Awesome work. What a rythmic flow. Great imagery with nice style. Great write indeed. I rate it 10. TFS. Please read and rate my poem 'A daring hope' on page 1.
Weariness and languor of life that muddle the spirits in low and emptiness of hearts, all are described in beautiful figures of speech. The poems to the end quite smoothly and in perfect rhymes.
grt rhymes............great rhythmic flow.........enhanced with beautiful poetic devices :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted and poignant write! 10+++ Keep it up! Great talent you got! Love and Peace for always!