wax poetic
these are my scribbles in winter
these themes in text
some may say
I waste my
toasts
at a happy new year
I love my celebrations
I do not like the cold
I am too old
but none the less
allusion
forms
to
forge
my style
scrawls wicked in
consequence
just another cold hearted mess
as white emptiness gnaws
it conceals
a hunger that stretches for light years
sharp teeth of cold
glacial harshness and whipping snow
behind me is death as he smiles
listen to the winds angry voice
hidden by the white out
muffled by inches piling up
echoes only eerily
as the slush sucks at my boots
I struggle to find my worth
no escape from this condition
only broken willow’s in this frozen pain
as this inescapable cold slaps me in my face with more insults
Lovely write; great
Lovely write; great writing and descriptions. You make the reader truly aware of your feelings and environment. Heres hoping you have a short Winter, some respite from the pierecing cold there.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Every word seems to be carved from your own soul and body Mr 9in
Every word seems to be carved from your own soul and body Mr 9inety. Each word seems to be carved from your own feelings.The flow is like smooth melted warm butter stream spreading aroma. Truly Mr Dylan you know how to express feelings.I feel cold and frigid at 20 deg Celsius !!! Please accept my respects,regards and best wishes for 2014 ~ Your~fan~from~very~far
©bishu
Fucking brilliant!!! Oh I am
Fucking brilliant!!! Oh I am itching to sprout words of advice but we all love what we make in our spirals of love and denials... I think you are one ACE writer. love all your works. hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
thank you
I think you are one ACE writer too
You seek truth and when you find it you lay it all on the the line.
The most admirable of all poets is the poet who will believe in truth...
keep the faith
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot