Muddy stars

I am going through stuff at the moment, so i guess it may emerge in my poetry.

Distant kites swim in the silky sky.

Bottles of messages wash away in the tidal waves.

Autum leaves fall away, leaving a frozen oak tree in place.

The house we once tendered, and built with our very own hands,

Turns into melancholy dust,

And drifts away in the aching wind.

We watch, hand in hand,

As our planet of dreams flies away like a free bird.

Torn pictures, broken branches, and muddy stars.

The things we hold most dear always fade away,

Turn into something shattered and sail away.

Monsoons into hurricanes and love into hate,

We are all broken, that is our fate.

Into the moon we gaze with solemn faces,

Hoping that someone will put our dreams in a jar,

Keep them safe even if we are scarred,

But we are too hopeless,

Even the heavens don’t cry a storm for our hearts.

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[TheFemininePad]

I think you did a great job writing this poem. It's very sad, and your emotions are showing through with your writings. I really enjoyed reading your poem. I can feel the hate that you are experiencing. I have no suggestions on how to improve further upon your poem.

[trainwreck]

"Monsoons into hurricanes and love into hate."
I love it. This is a well written poem. I don't have any negative things to say about this poem.