We Banter

by PorcelainMoon   Mar 17, 2014


Birth of a flower, when living seemed so sour. Days longer then weeks, atop endless peaks. The snow reflects the light, winters final plight. Surrounded but alone, my screams have no tone. Whisky bottle reflections, insanity causing projections.

Swift as a knifewound your eyes open to greet me, vermin sounding us on our honeymoon, twas was magical for those who still had eyes. "What great friends always betray you for most frivolous interests" we banter. For we all live and die the same way...

Whisky and cigars, all things sweet. Once again my love, until we meet.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    And again!

    I normally do not read poems which have this type of layout, and I honestly cannot tell you why. I am asking myself why I judge the poem on looks, but I guess I am not judging, there is just something in my mind which feels it will be hard work to read, or break down, when in fact, it is not hard at all.

    This tone and theme is totally different to that of the poem I just read, but wow, the power is just the same.

    Your wording and metaphors are great, consistent throughout and keep the flow of the poem going. You offer ideas which help really create that mood, that point, picturing the scene you are writing about.

    You have a beautiful gift for poetry, perhaps layout is something you can work on, or experiment with?

    I am glad I came across these poems.

  • 11 years ago

    by LittleMsPink

    Well written

  • 11 years ago

    by Burning Angel

    I love this poem
    You are an amazing writer

  • 11 years ago

    by earlgreytea

    Holy crap, Your poetry is amazing.

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