When birdsong’s mere monotony
And trees are boring botany
When skies are lined with lead
And moon is bleeding red
I long and yearn for yesterday
Before my lovebird sailed away
Across the ocean blue
When I still loved her true
When stars are spots of leprosy
And words like 'bliss' and 'ecstasy'
Lie empty like a shell
Ice cold as Dante’s Hell
It’s then I seek the sounding sea
Where love I lost she waits for me
Beside her watery grave
Watched o’er by wind and wave
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2018 03:16
- Comment from author about the poem: don't know where this one came from: a nightmare?
- Category: Love
- Views: 47
- User favorite of this poem: Heartwriter.
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Comments4
Wow! What an awesome read. So dang good!
Many thanks, Heartwriter, I appreciate your feedback. Glad you liked my poor little rhymes.
Well just wonderful BEB
Bravo
Andrew
Thank you, Andrew, I appreciate your support and feedback.
Masterful! It just doesn't get any better than this! I'm envious of your poetic creativity.
Whilst marvelling at your prowess I truly felt the heartwrenching loss contained.
A very well deserved addition to my favourites.
MORE PLEASE!
Many thanks for your full feedback and for your approval of my poor little rhymes. I truly appreciate your kind comments and for adding little old me to your favorites. Again, many thanks.
If it was a nightmare it came out as a great piece of work.
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