by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories:
analogy, moon, passion, soulmate, true love,
found
midst the
moonlit sheets
I swim your soul
my flesh, wild water
bound by blue beams
swirling, deep
your sea ...
lost.
Written and submitted on June 7, 2020
For the "Ninette" Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
by Patricia Henriques |
Categories:
angst, art, life, love, mystery, philosophy, me,
I turn my eyes to the abysm,
twisting my hands nevoursly.
I don' t love anymore, I brood over.
This stormy sea in me - it's an obsession
that calms down only when you come in
and then, when you did I remember,
all the sorrows were gone.
with the messed waves
Your faded face,
I wish I could feel it through the picture but I can't.
Oh, this abysm...
When I turn my eyes to it
it looks me back
Patricia Evans