With Head In Despair Poem by james watkin
With Head In Despair
With head in despair
The rest in a fog
As a freehold of Night
Park's way pushed aright!
Out city what reeked
Through its drummed code
Am not clear of, re-shed
Of it croaked, swamp-led.
Grasping at the dawn
With hands and hopes long
While angel skies, tangling
With birds' heralding.
Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: city,night,walking
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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...
4/26/2024 10:13:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Complicated poem here but beautiful never the less. James
Thanks. Yeah could have simplified it more!