Nonchalant fingers and a dithering cannon,
Ready to fire an inglorious desire,
A mermaid sitting so morbid,
She can't cry or she won't,
A metropolitan fad not to whine,
But a laugh smeared in coy, a murky sunshine,
There goes the burning tail of a fairy tale,
And a frizzling fireball in blizzards veil,
Impatient to fulfill the wraths of a craven master,
Gothiac whistle and world's quickest game was over,
Her blood denying to splurge into the realm of bleachers,
And red draped bombshells, passing adieu
As it eloping to a far far land,
Taking her to a better place than her body,
To somewhere less than travesty of god's dream...
vry nice..........keep it up...... and i invite u to read nd give ur views on my poetry.....
eloping to a far far land, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its realistic, strongly so. a very good write. :)