Treasure Island

Mikey Bachman

(June 1,1991 / California)

Stardust


Bloom; and we are here.
Open up the door
For our garden to appear.

Flowers, gentle fields
Illuminate your hair
Blonde strands swaying
As you step into the clear.

Observing your essence
Previously shadowed sunlight
Darkens my eyes and
As you turn to me, I fear
Your face to never again appear.

What would become of me
For this part to leave
Leave me be and run from here.

Distance
What never smelled so sweet
Severs me from you here.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Topic(s): leaving

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Stardust by Mikey Bachman )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The art of love and affection!, Dr.V.K. Kanniappan
  2. Heaven with the Creator, Althea Marshall Wypyszczak
  3. Prison diary, Shikdar Waliuzzaman
  4. Mules, Saiom Shriver
  5. Abandoned Cocoon, Saiom Shriver
  6. I would cross, Ruma Chaudhuri
  7. Sometimes, Mark Webster
  8. Things of crumbs, DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK
  9. The Lighthouse, Sarah Liz Bowman
  10. Manhattan Kindergarten, Saiom Shriver

Poem of the Day

poet Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  4. 1914 V: The Soldier, Rupert Brooke
  5. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  6. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  7. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  8. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  9. If, Rudyard Kipling
  10. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep, Mary Elizabeth Frye

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]