"evermores" poems
whimsical hues
pretty pastels
dancing birds and
singing angels
mix of colors
the blues and pinks
mystic faces
our laughs and tears
look at the sky
stop the pretend
evermores too
come to an end
every minute
clouds are shrouding
and now you are
disappearing
look at the sky
stop the pretend
evermores too
come to an end
the setting sun
seems to await
hanging around
for something great
there is no point
in her waiting
she herself knows
he's not coming
look at the sky
stop the pretend
evermores too
come to an end
the moon is late
the sun has set
he has appeared
but she has left
so came the dusk
starless somber
from serious vows
into strangers
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
You heard me !
I don't write silly love poems anymore .
At best they become bleak .
They are the ships at sea scuttled by storm .
The aircraft that lose power and crash into the ground .
The miners of affection when the roof comes down .
Don't ask or make a sound .
I'm committed to silence so don't you mess around .
THEIR evermores doomed from first kiss and sworn bliss .
From the cradled vows
to the certain anyhows
Don't ask me about love poems anymore .
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 9:18 AM UTC