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by Everlasting   Nov 19, 2016


With pen on hand, I wrote my heart on lines
as Nights came walking, running with my Days
so quickly passing over sun-lit skies
just speeding faster each and every time

The Nights then trip and fell upon my Days
Until my Days just looked extremely dark
with head so full of dizzy, cloudy stars
that made some people think my Days have died

Thus I then threw my pen onto the ground
Until my Days again could show some life

Written by: L.L.
Nov 18, 2016

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  • 8 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Interesting poem! The choice of words and the interwoven thoughts makes this a smooth read with spot on rhyming. It felt like a Sonnet though if I'm not mistaken...nonetheless I enjoyed it!

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello,

    I've just commented on a lovely flowing poem like this. Like him this poem uses iambic meter and so reads musically and effortlessly. Wonderful! !

    I like too the use of capitals ti emphasise the words 'Day' and 'Night'. Interestingly the use of the word 'Day' over powers 'Night' . It is like a power struggle, Night vs Day. It is like Days hold the light, the passion, the blood on the lines, whereas Night keeps encroaching on the life giving light. Although the poem has Night inducing pen throwing frustration; it is Day that wins the weight of words.

    Perhaps this is a subconscious fact, or maybe a deliberate placement?

    Well done,

    Michael x

    • 8 years ago

      by Everlasting

      Unsure. It's Like I don't know what came first the chicken or the egg?

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Luce as always I enjoyed this because its original and unique. This is what I like about your pieces because no two are the same.
    When days become like night time too its time to make a change, I for one know this and though it sucks and is hard its for the best. Maybe I got it all wrong but my heads fuzzy too lol.

    All the best,Em

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