You have an ad blocker! We understand, but...
PoetrySoup is a small privately owned website. Our means of support comes from advertising revenue. We want to keep PoetrySoup alive, make it better, and keep it free. Please support us by disabling your ad blocker
on PoetrySoup. See how to enable ads
while keeping your ad blocker active. Thank you!
For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!
10/25/2010 2:32:16 PM
A ship is sinking in the middle of a wave,
For the mystery of the sea to embrace.
Spring is melting with the air fatal and brave,
As bright is the dream that poets need to chase.
O, my love for thee is the ship that sinks
As my sun and my moon to thee devoted are.
Thy tears can solve the enigma of the sphinx
Those waves of solitude are lost in thy star.
As King I lay down my crown and as Queen my fear,
Defeat I can not accept mine rests the fate.
Time's corruption travels much, yet is so near
For the naked, cold tree Spring may be too late.
Shall I forget thy eyes reflection on my void?
Above us stand the bridges no one destroyed.
• reply with quote
Powered by AspNetForum
© 2006-2010 Jitbit Software