My Real Fantasy
Every night, the rain continuously falls.
The room sits in a majestic silence
that can’t be broken by any words.
The window is covered by sweats and dusts,
but I manage to get a glimpse
of a lifeless ray of the setting sun.
I wipe the dust from the windows,
moon light flashes my face,
welcoming me outside to the cold.
I look out and a coyote appears
and start singing to the moon.
The rain falls harder, with no end.
Still, I gaze out at the uncertain night,
the rain slowly forms into tears,
pelts the glass, shattering it twice.
I try to reach out, but the broken glass
stabs my hand as I struggle through,
and still I struggle until my hand is red.
My hand, now outside, is stained by my blood.
I wonder will it be worth it
just to feel the rain, so cold and dead.
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If I could paint, I would
If I could paint, I would paint your poem. Thanks.
Dark Beauty
There is a haunting, dark beauty in this poem. But I think the most lingering image must be in the first stanza - the room personified - sitting, almost brooding with no clear identity. Very moving!
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AuraGem
the imagery was fantastic...
I could feel the dark night and the rain outside my window... it was like I was there... I just loved this. so enjoyable to read...thank you, shelby
Love this write...
oldaspirationsneverdie...7
Gee, your descriptive language is exciting and interesting, which
gives this story and expression of feelings, a great heart and soul!
There is something very mystical about this write, with the
image of the "coyote" as it relates well to the hand stained in blood...
It's as if you are trying to touch or claim something wild and
mystical, something dangerous as the rains continue its downpour!
Thank you
I never expect that this poem will get the most comment on (among my other i mean). I actually perform this and also the poem "Two Side of the Glass". Out of all the poem, this poem took 10 draft to get to where it at now. Again thank you for reading.