I rambled in blustery breese under the autumnal aurora high on hope envisaging entwined expectations to unwind like relinquishing tints of reminiscing rainbows till the dusk whispered wails of silenced screams in the wrapped frozen hearts of living deads.
A frosted flower down the cloudlike carpet suffocating to shrinkage still fragranting flaked feelings beyond its forte but faded when night of negligence nibbled all parched petals like hungry herbivores trampled the terrain of timothy.
I embraced hailstorms of hardships in a burned blanket of benevolence sipping sentimental sorghums to keep kinship kindered till the whip of wait written verses of vaporized vehemences on the cracked capillaries of compassion.
Ragged reveries in deadly dusks draping the amorous aspirations in sanguine syllables bled on papyrus parchments when tipsy tears painted pansies like smoky sky scriblles its solitude betwixt homesick horizon and oikophobic Earth.
childauthor_345Oh gosh.. all filled with plenty of aesthetic oxymorons uttered without hindrances❤️ brilliantly raised the relations betwixt love and oxymoron and beautiful made this poetry. Fascinating as well as profound.
arkidoYou're metaphors are so Mesmerising and Oxymorons are well justified here
I try to write And words are shot down By headless arrows From stringless bows
I search the empty attic It's full of priceless trinkets My brows labour To form a creaseless frown
My formless thoughts Homeless residents Sincerely wry, become A paperless origami Composes music of a stringless guitar Speaks words with conflicting syllables They loyally desert me In sorrowful glee Like my beloved
I'm numb With a painless suffering As pressed flowers thirst for tears I unwillingly comply For my beloved
The cold fire in me is contradicting the calm chaos The beautiful gaze of the souless eyes are burning With a ray of sunshine and stillage nostalgic feeling Vinous is set on the table with recherche smeraldo Ambrosial thoughts in the mindless mind of me Betwixt the dusk and dawn my reflection is only I see I'm creating an aita in my own galaxy and universe Baltering myself with the peace in fragrance of life I can feel the feath absconding in my inner self But ignominy engulfed the honest me completely The crescent moon inking the gap of my life And wardrobe of my memory is open for a while
childauthor_345Woah wardrobe and memory and decorated of this deviated poetry from gloom , the hues of wordings in pondering phenomenally and these oxymorons are truly unique and very deeply interpreted❤️ I loved the play of words and this precious poetry .