phantasmagorical
is love's colorful view
in the kaleidoscope
spun to paint scenes anew
in rose-tinted glasses
with love shining right through
Categories:
whirlpools, color, love,
Form: Verse
WHIRLPOOLS OF THE MIND
Cycles of life..churn..revolve,dissolve..
resurface..mix in restless sleep.
Deep from the chasms of the
unconscious, the froths of
yesterday's concerns as flotsam
become a jetsam dream..to
scatter up on the beach of
our tomorrow..as hazy recollections.
Forlorn..half-remembered..such
detritus of our persona slowly erodes
shrinking in the light of day.
Put into proportion such giants become
dwarf like..distant litter on our
horizon..to fade away forever upon
the tide of each new dawn's..reality.
You may hear me recite this and most of my PS endeavours on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Categories:
whirlpools, dream, life,
Form: Verse
Her fervent eyes,
Irresistible whirlpools of passion,
Invited me dare plunge into their thrilling
Waters of pleasure
Where
My enamored heart, would be enchanted
By
The delightful currents of awaiting love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 August 2015
Categories:
whirlpools, beauty, love, romance,
Form: Epigram
Happy times we will always
remember.
But it's the tragedies that really thrive in our heads,
that feed on our pain, our guilt, until we
surrender.
The hurt, the remorse that all of us have felt,
suck us under like the whirlpools that are our
feelings.
That stop us from seeing the light,
that stop us from growing and stop us from
healing.
We all give up, we think we don't need to
fight.
When all that is doing
is stopping us from continuing on
the confusing path that is
life.
Categories:
whirlpools, depression, grief, hope, life,
Form: Free verse