Silver songs
and sombre sounds
like silent stories—
stoned, profound
Writing, boldly,
of wild, wild dreams,
this page all soaked
with bright, red ink
My tears pouring
down that page,
just drowning words
with startled rage
While smoking,
writing,
dreaming,
stoned,
Those letters
blurring—
poems
I owned
My silver
song
so stoned
it fades
The story
inhabits
dark,
stark caves
Yet writing, boldly,
of wild, wild dreams,
that nearly burst
with bright red ink
And those
stoned letters
cast long
shades,
All dripping,
bloodied,
verse
cascades
While smoking,
writing,
dreaming,
stoned,
Those letters
blurring—
poems
I owned
My ire blazing
on that page
just burning words
with startled rage
And writing,
boldly,
of wild,
wild dreams,
This silver
song,
so
stoned—
It fades.
This is melancholy yet beautiful. The rhythm and intensity both hit so hard~
I am happy you enjoyed reading this piece and that you found it moving, thanks a lot for this feedback.
Loved the rhythmical style to the poetry. Fabulously written.
I am so happy you loved it Kritika, thank you so much!
My pleasure always 🙂
Hope you are doing well.
Thanks Kritika! Hope you too 🙂
🙂
I adore this 💜
Thank you lovely 💜
Very nice! This works!
Cooooooooooool! Really glad you liked the flow 🙂
You’re welcome! Great work!