Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,701 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Alone In The Garden At Dawn - Poem by Is It Poetry

These gardens were built during dusk to decorate your face.
This is the face in the garden a movement just before dawn
bright is the face of the moon it floats by.
Fresh is the dew and the smell that intoxicates all within reach.
It is wine made from purple grapes
hang over the banks the brook is the spirit of you we drank from.
Wherein, only one does not hide behind your hundreds of faces
purple grapes hang under green leaves.
In this garden is a scene each must play many died during the search.
But this pain is not for those who come and like lovers see.
You are the sun each lovely face we often find here.
You are the river of wind and come fall there is wine.
And the vines grow more robust every year.


Comments about Alone In The Garden At Dawn by Is It Poetry

  • Gold Star - 9,770 Points Heather Wilkins (6/25/2014 7:52:00 PM)

    a lovely garden full of delightful fruit. well written (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 21, 2014



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