"bocome" poems
Inventing the day,
Circular possessions,
All I own cannot be touched,
Everything lost in a fire,
Blazing nocturnal,
The slab of marble becomes
A tin marker,
Watching with stillness
As fleshes mesh with time,
A poet remains:
The spherical elimination
Casting lights on dark
I find my axis
I find myself the epitome
And the footsteps
In the puddles resound
In my minds echoes;
My body is a transparent verse,
Night unfolds , I
Can see myself again.
Listen to me as you listen
To the water,
I am the unhindered thunder,
The shadow in the light's
Ignorant glow,
From my footsteps rise the
Steam,
I am still The DedPoet,
As you sleep in your bed
I invent my new homes:
Nightly I bocome a
Poem of The Nocturne.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
Smelling a sound,
Hearing a flavor,
Or seeing an aroma
It's the ability to dream
But when you touch a vission
Your dreams bocome reality
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC