relatedable (Remove filter)
no one wins..
Two lovers lost in a sea of endless rough waves
Detatched from shore and far off course
Fighting fits to which both enslaves
Drift away from the loving warmth of true lovers heart
Moment by moment words rising
Tearing eachother apart
Fights enclosed happiness feelings faded flow
Bitterness deepens soon you'll be reaping
The actions you began to sew
Arrows whistle through...
Sunday 22nd November 2020 8:36 pm
Recent Comments
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
1 hour ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
4 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
5 hours ago
John F Keane on A Cut Above
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
7 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Fallen Leaf
11 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on The Forgotten
13 hours ago
Rolph David on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
13 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
14 hours ago
Hélène on Elementary
14 hours ago