Silent whispers through square shaped lips
Street light falls, behind pale vertical sticks.
Sunken body, upon wooden colored cloud, laid upon the floor,
Lights beam from square shaped lips and soar.
Blank papers, crackle, thrown away,
Square lips close, until another day.
There is a mystery about this poem, but it's really a nice read. I liked your word choices such as sunken body, pale vertical sticks. Although this is short, you were able to capture my attention with your word choices. Good job.
ReplyDeleteI Love this poem. I love the flow of it. It sounds like a relaxing night.
ReplyDeleteI havent the faintest idea what square lips are unless its the horizon. But its still a good poem though.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds to me like you are talking about the street light working at night and turning off to see another day. Very interesting poem i really like it.
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