Foxes Nor Tigers--lies nor bruteness

Roaring with a rising-

crescendo of euphemism-

in the dawn.

 

Waiting,waiting and waiting.

we art waiting for the returning-

of the king of beasts like cubs-

embracing the glorious birth of-

pride that neither atrocious art of-

love seeks in the land where lies live-

eternally in exile.

 

Not afar from the den,the smiling orb-

rises and its smile invites winged hearts from the heaven-

to share the joy and bliss that bounds to the new birth love-

defines.

Reviews

[Thea]

This is such an amazing poem...I love the wording...Great job, keep up the good work... :)))

[Michael of Gilead]

"Roaring with a rising-crescendo of euphemism?" I can't make sense of that.

"embracing the glorious birth of-pride that neither atrocious art of-love seeks in the land where lies live-eternally in exile" having a vocabulary is one thing, using it is another...

[stars are far]

this was well done
keep that up .