With fluid lines that flow like glass
and subtle curves that glide and mask
your shrouded secrets that sound
like the past
from which the world began.
Blue white foam
roars through your vessel
coming home
rolling until it lessens
again and then again and again and
again....
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the idea was to write a poem that describes something beautiful "without revealing what the subject matter was" .
:p -EVIL KONVICT
somehow i fail 2 understand such artistic thoughts...:(
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ReplyDeletethis 1 was framed to "maze"merize
some headz ...
he he he ha ha ha ha....!!!!!
beautiful and well written. I really enjoyed this poem.
ReplyDeleteDAMN!! DUDE , you write like the SHAKESPEARE OF RAP,HIP-HOP, AND EVERYTHING GANGSTER...
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YOU KNOW ME
THANKS POETS UNITED..
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but m not able to make out even cypher of ur identity...!!!