This Crashing Wave Poem by Ray Quesada
This Crashing Wave
A teardrop drips from cheek to chin
a beer drop hits the weakness within
my hollow heart and blankened mind
the bleeding soul
where you will find
sweet alcohol
that numbs crimson red
blood -
in sadness we wash - dead
in the flood
All powerful - this crashing
wave
...in my head;
thrashing
in my bed,
can i be saved?
Once I was read this I thought it was beautiful. EXCELLENT! !
Quirky extra onomatopoeic ps softened me up before the power of the wave hit. Sensational.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 7:52:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love a cold beer too, man. 'A beer drop hits the weakness within' nice internal rhyme there. You have flow in your writing. Another poem I enjoyed right here.