She cries when drunk. Do you enjoy this poem?
cynic
Of dark eyes
All I could do is sit and watch, as the laughter ebbed away
Straining the air to a rustle in the corner
A movement a slight shiver ss bottomless emotions welled,
fighting you to give it its rightful way
From sultry hidden springs alcohol strained tears
trace relics down your chiseled cheeks
heralds a soothing serenade,
Natures own relief
A tremor of curved pink amid the dark flowing velvet
And a dew glistening on a petal
immortalizes the moment, and then falls
Leaving elegant dark eyes.
Not one of my favorites, but keep writing. What else have you got? Poetry is an excellent form of self-expression.
Yes, I like the poem very much. You captured the moment with intense images. I love when I can visualize a poem. I read it a number of times because I didn’t want to miss any of the word pictures.
The theme is very poignant. It causes me to care and want to know more about this person.
Thank you for sharing.
This poem is fair.
I think you have a great potential for strong imagery so find that nook within yourself … I think it’s there.
Also, since you call yourself “cynic” I think you’re well on your way to the poetry world.
Can I use this?
Pictured myself with my girl when I read this.
Well…whoever wrote it had a very good imagination. I like it very much, but it could be a little brighter!