On days when old became new
Blustering winds, hearts undue
Fires crackle against a blistering
Melting snow, dewdrops fleeing.
Tears falling are those who drown
Fidgeting nats are in the unknown
Ants beware the bites of dragons
Love still persists, sex in wagons.
Playboys dress in a dirty old town
Women's men are in here to frown
Fleas flirt with trees up in the skies
Clouds hover over love forlorn lies.
Gently slides along a lizard in tears
Disguised delinquents carry in fears
Flowered emotions rise up to the top
Nothing ever happens until life stops.
Restless love subsides deeper now
Where glum and gloom shows how
Beyond faithless imagination dawns
Lost Kings and Queens and a pawn.
Good old England and a London city
Rats charged towards their only pity
Yesterday arrived on it's sad Sunday
Tomorrow taught the thought to stray.
Tonight the stars shine down on owls
Wipe up the blood to buy old flowers
Nights in with listening to the rumours
Washed up oceans filled with tumours.
Bleeding love once again has returned
Towards the beginnings of the unheard
Showcased a finale in depth do depart
From whom within the kindest of hearts.
Behaviour torments the mind of a man
Centred opinions in knowing who can
Poems, paper and pens know to write
Larks fly by with both wings held tight
A lonely boy grew up too old too quick
Then he learned how to make lovesick
Dangerous decisions of his life outside
Before Sun had risen, he had a bride.
Charted over unknown territories show
Watch butterflies float and how to know
The peace, harmony and a helping hand
Turns over love again over broken lands.
Shipshape now that a sensation is won
Hot air balloons where nothing is wrong
The Moon lowers below the sight of us
Hold tight the hope, and in love, we trust.
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kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
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you have a a very versatile approach to poetry sir and aint half bad at it either... this particular poem grabbed me as soon as I hit on the title... after that, I was hooked.............. Neville
That's particularly clear, Neville and thank you for your fantastic comment.
you are more than welcome my new literary friend
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Could not agree more with sir Nev, you my friend are the best at being you! I was hooked at the start could see myself in the middle, at the end was a tear with a breath that is still a bit unclear.
Thank you for taking me on a needed journey!
The first two lines did it for me Kevin - - - - On days when old became new
Blustering winds, hearts undue - -you rhyme so easily which makes a good read. Thanks for sharing how Butterflies float.
Blessed again by your lovely comments. Always a good one to depend is my poetic friend. Thank you so much, Fay.
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