A dabble at poetry

[This is my Albion]

I have a dream,
Where i am the only one standing,
In a field,
Of nurturing grass,
Then flowers start to appear,
Wilting ones,
Dead ones,
Blooming ones,
And flourishing ones,
They dance to the breeze,
The wilted ones cling to their roots,
Whereas the dead ones merely blow away,
Im in a field,
The flowers that are here,
And the ones that are gone,
They are all beautiful,
They are all important,
They are not forgotten,
I dare not pick them,
They will grow,
Stronger, older,
And everlasting,
I am in a field,
Of nurturing grass.

 

[Daniel Ray]

I want to be in that field.... among the flourishing flowers, of course! Good try... very narrative.

 

[MazeisMaze]

Tis we have another poet in the forum?

 

[MariGal7]

Here I lay
Broken and unmoving
Being haunted by that last day
Scarred from that cold night
She took me here to her home
So that some day I can make what’s wrong right

he sits there fur brushing against my skin
I cannot speak nor do I want to say a word
Just silence and a loyal dogs grin
Blinded woman dressed in red
Speaks of things I cannot yet comprehend
All I know is that Rose is dead

 

[queenofdisco]

Hello my love

Hello to red - Hello to black
Whispering kisses
Under skin

Over flowing dress
And crooked smiles
She broods

A breath of sex
& breadth of art
She is

Flawed, with tangent claw
Hushing moans over film
Farewell to black - Farewell to red

Goodbye my love