Flowers wilting, slow decay,
Death slumber, fade away.
Upon nocturnal twisted time,
Marches hence the devils pride.
Amongst the stench and vibrant fire,
Dwells love of hatred in a falling mire,
A shadow of its former self,
A planet locked without help
The earth divine, her right to be.
A universe of universes who were all born free.
In this realm we all exist.
Waiting, waiting for a kiss.
From the lips of sirens, in the sea,
And the pretty women , whom to be.
I'll ask to taste her perfect lips,
As my eyes on her beauty sips.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 5th, 2025 06:36
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Comments2
A really beautiful write that has great images and rhyme. So well done a fave
Well written.
Thank you. Was evidently a bit bored when i wrote that or something. Lol
It wasnt supposed to be a love poem. Love an everlasting, changing universe. Ty for reading and commenting
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