Echoing Promises Made
Soft Spring Winds whisper words
no ladies' man likes to hear
glide 'cross his cheek, foam on a wave
echoing promises made...
Forgotten midst summer Heat and
Fall's faded glory, these Winds return
in December, roaring words unkept and
teardrops wept, promises unremembered
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
