Tomorrow water may drown sorrows of my heart
Yet this moment it resides within a trembling lip
A midsummer bout of poison has left them parched
Cracked, as is my Earth, shifting with a thudding heart
Tomorrow water may restore faith in damaged seeds
Buried within forgotten love and mudded self-esteem
Choked with hands that would strangle them to death
And I am nothing except love's unnoticed mourner
Blessed water with streams carved in Nature's wake
Where diamonds sparkle from their cavas reflected
Teasing eyelashes admiring the past, lost in future
And hearing a soul wishing you'd arrive with a tear
Another very good poem.
Yes, this one didnt capture me as much as the others but it was still a worthwhile read.
You have talent to bring life into your poemss, make them real, it is really good how you do that.
I don't agree with the comment that you had no flow. It flowed very well for me, like a picture being painted or a story being told. Probably the second of the two considering this is poetry, lol. The only question I have...what is a "cavas"? (third to last line) I'm either dumb or you misspelled "canvas" or something, though I'm probably just dumb, lol.
I really enjoyed reading this poem, you have a good way of stating things without making them cliche.