Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
bowsnarrowsPoems
Swift falls the night! Clear comets burn like fins on sirens. The darkness is silent; hypnotic as some black void! To find peace In clustering solidity Hushes and shrieks among the Raging of this city. Snow is cascading down long walks to High crackles and alluring Roaring of Bacchanalia's. Drinks at my preferred haunts; Broken bottles of brew, down-town, under flat roofs. Budding breeze smoking with boon companions. Lingers on and on This ether, this buzz; Ascending further and farther to those heavens up above All the rhubarb; commotion hanging in the air, Till we shatter our limbs among still song. Late early-mornings and sunken swollen eyes! Regrets are like dreams: Something forgotten in time. Slush edged roads And shoes gliding Over Welcome mats. (Mine as well, It's the weekend) Get faded.
0
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Nyctophilia
Swift falls the night! Clear comets burn like fins on sirens. The darkness is silent; hypnotic as some black void! To find peace In clustering solidity Hushes and shrieks among the Raging of this city. Snow is cascading down long walks to High crackles and alluring Roaring of Bacchanalia's. Drinks at my preferred haunts; Broken bottles of brew, down-town, under flat roofs. Budding breeze smoking with boon companions. Lingers on and on This ether, this buzz; Ascending further and farther to those heavens up above All the rhubarb; commotion hanging in the air, Till we shatter our limbs among still song. Late early-mornings and sunken swollen eyes! Regrets are like dreams: Something forgotten in time. Slush edged roads And shoes gliding Over Welcome mats. (Mine as well, It's the weekend) Get faded.
bowsnarrows
Written by
bowsnarrows
27/M
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem