Fiore Poems - Poems about Fiore

The little boat of my intellect now sets sail, To course through gentler waves, Leaving behind her a sea so cruel. There is no smoke beyond our wooden surface And moonlight eases a dark Void of wind, rain and storm Leaving behind a most carnivorous tide. The little flower of my dreams The littered hope from dank descent The light fury allure of the...

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Mr. Visage of the manor, was often regarded in the highest esteem. He lived in direct centre of the valley Lauded his walls with fine antiques and trinkets; Gold plated vases of crushed ice Refilled by the hour. Ebony perfumes Travelling in thick cloud, like a rich fog of delight Or marvel atleast. His walls were only thin bamboo, And he visited the villagers...

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Eyes are a beauty like no other, Where your deepest sense shines like lustrous glass; The perfect crystal structure, A divine un-shattered over easeful stars. Today I looked upon the light. Today I woke from a heavy slumber With memory much the same as dreams, Blinds had been lifted, And I draw my stillness Towards the feathered window release. I pour each breath to this...

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Bright Lotus of the lily pad Let it be known who fears the fall You who all would uphold in slumber Blind to a gaze refrained or stalled. Amongst this lonely block of figures and sand And thick, heated lines You glide across water in whispers; The divine scope of earthly kind. You I had watched from this embankment For days on end without...

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In a moment, a lapse of anguish Through the sanded markets that The mind implored. Dust coughed up And crystallised silence; Each moan and cry Of every wrapped face Became a whisper, As blood might echo an unheard drip Into a lake of cold concern. I do not know how the street kings felt For upon re-opening they continued much the same; Decrepit focus on none but...

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