I wish I had
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Once upon a silent summer eve,
as fine vermilion lines,
between bleeding moonlight,
swiftly sailed across
my darkness and I,
sakura springs sang
dulcet melodies of
a deathless devotion,
incised within smoky stones of faith,
ticking away airbrushed twilight,
illuminating fireflies,
amidst all the
flesh melting wrongs~
I’ve forged upon your selfless sight,
like Lilith and her
veiled infernal horizon.
Now I swirl with my wandering muse,
which intricately sculptures
our velvety silhouettes,
to slow burn the edges
of a paper-cut sky,
that unraveled a
book of eclipsed dreams
and fallen cosmos,
cradling nightmares to roam
in lucid loops of
long nostalgic nights.
But even the hailing hellfires
couldn’t rise above
riveting ripples of
rusted awareness,
reflecting ambience of
your evergreen essence,
unveiling an oasis of waterfalls
to stream from
unbreathable lashes~
dusted with glitter
and retro-red regrets,
of letting time and ego
be the sore winner
that chained our
secluded souls from reuniting.
What if the universe
would lend their ears again?
Would I recall how
when I met you,
stars cathartically stretched
their silver threads and
allowed my quill to release
and thaw frozen thorns of ice?
I wish I had given love a chance,
allowed my heart to be the string to
your crumbling parachute,
discarding darkness that dwells
above as clouds of chaos,
to let humility and compassion
be the faultless compass
that guides me to a realm of
blissful rainbows,
where songs of serenity soar
amidst sorrowful sagas.
I am still here, yet no longer
tangled in the gossamer
cobweb of lies and
lethal attraction,
as your seamless verses,
with alliterative rhythm,
have annihilated every
copper clouded storm
within iron-fisted ghosts
of my conscience.
So if tomorrow, rivers
of rhyme-less runes,
surrounding empty,
aching islands between
us would drown out of tune,
remember how I’ve
seen fields of fluorescent
feathered ferns,
from your lunar-glazed gaze;
remember, in your acrylic embrace,
I have felt poetic layers
of a homely haven,
where archives of a
diamond dawn are
depicted in dahlia frames,
remember, it wasn’t me but
my demons that tore us apart.
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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