Wheat Sword

There's a waterfall of tears
carrying the lost thoughts in gentle seafoam
Far from the oceanic Heaven
This is where wanderlust is born

The blunt side of twenty
is the deepest cut of all
I can't drown the sun
but I can wish my saddest days away

I've never felt so weary
I could dream until my new life begins
Smear the pollen on the skyline
This is where good memories are born

Sheath brutal weather, a brittle reminder
I tied up my lost poetry in piano string
They paint a picture of my coldest dawns
where the sun is too tired to rise

Reviews

[Luna Zerimar]

"But I can wish my saddest days away"

Oh, Ell, can we really? Can we really wish them away?..

Your last stanza had beautiful imagery. So did your first one.

"The blunt side...is the deepest cut of all"

Being blunt brings you more though. More problems, more troubles. But it makes you wiser.

[Mirra]

I can craft a lot of stories from this poem. I find the lines and words unique. Great work!

[Emily]

I love how you start it! Keep it up!

[Brook]

So much emotion, but i like it. Good job.

[Girl With A Pen]

So much emotion. A truly great poem. I can read it again and again

[Cory Barrett]

There is quite a bit of interesting work here.

[Dark Poet]

I had to read this twice, not because of confusion, but because i found that it gave off many different emotions and I had to find out each one and experience it. Great poem:)