We were made to press the rings
Made from the leaves that floated across the stream
Made from thorns of rims
Made from petals on top of concrete beams
Designed to fall apart
Defined by a world that forged memories from scars
Between the glares o’ lights
Between the fair and partial, between the queens o’ knights
The breath we drew deny
The life we led pronounced our kryptonite
How far we ruled the night
How dense the straw that pulled the horse of knights
Enchanting though it seems
Romance is nothing more than our loss of sight
Before a limb of hope
The floor is where heroes drown and dreams a’ hove
The clear the clouds above
The wait the rain remains someday a’ flow
If just the world could be
Our love would bloom beside the sea
But neh to such romance
Neh, for all that we could be has not a chance
In the world of now, not a chance
I love your ideas.
Pete, thanks. this drew something weird from me. i still don’t know if i penned it right. thank you
Very nice writing…
Thank you : )
A great command of rhythm and words . . .
Beautiful.
And thank you for liking my poetry “Kicking”.
anytime. thanks to you too
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Beautiful! This poem is great in the fact that while some of the meaning is accessible, some of it is not, which makes you read it over and over, not only to catch its meaning but also to appreciate its rhythm. It’s a beautiful rhythm. Keep writing! I’m glad I found your poetry.
Thank you. Your comment means a lot. I appreciate it.
Sad, but with an edginess that carries it somewhere less cliched and more human. Interesting…
Amazingly written!
Loved it
Happy New year and happy blogging !!
Thank you