by Ole Carsten   Jun 13, 2014

Shivering color, acid velvet,
adding the harvest yellow,
Men are vanished into 50 inch,
I'm left alone.

Created by goddess, loving style,
ballet dancers swing their hips,
I'm searching my soul,
finding seashells and waves.

Dreaming dreams, to be reborn,
naked at the shore,
not a Venus or from Mars,
I'm just a simple guy.

Thinking big thoughts on a Friday,
believing in humanity,
looking at you in a new way,
a jigsaw of love and emotion.


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 4 years ago

    by Karla


More Poems By Ole Carsten