Whisper upon the wind sweet words of tolerance to me,
Allow this to bask in the smell of your fragrant flesh,
Exalt superior thoughts outward into this head of wits,
Favor in the company of this!
Let not the bounds of the everyday world put asunder;
these feelings and motives that run so deep,
Coursing, thundering gallant river,
Let no man let the parting come to make us weep.
For the black bird shall fly above our heads and melt our hearts,
Wishing for the teeth to grind, souring even the taste of tarts,
Candidly times tilted jest will ring,
and we shall still see the path a splendid thing!
Make way for the clear-headed to pass,
Our bodies in silence shall gather at this temple,
To relish the finer wines and dander at last-
We shall be free for all time to be ample.
| now this is something new ... the colors in this pathy venture turn from green to yellow for me trying to convey and to stay to the subject can kinda of run wild but again i give this poem a "B" good job|
i love the 2nd stazia
|| Posted on 2009-08-13 00:00:00 | by Bloodstone | [ Reply to This ] || I'm not sure but this poem seems to mirror|
what my friend and I going through, But in my work I chose to use humor.
I think this is a good write.
The Poor Man's Poet.
|| Posted on 2008-08-01 00:00:00 | by Bobby K | [ Reply to This ] |