deepundergroundpoetry.com
we wish
Mystical moons dance upon the forest floor
sparkling stars shine every where we go
ripples of beauty stand still in time
while some quiet violet bluebells are scared and can't dance
we wish to reside with the trees and the mystical silver nights
and always pray for stars that breathe like gentle flames
we need to let the bluebells dance amongst the roses
we need to sail away to a world of peach lullabies
blossoming roses are not always as free as we see
we can run forwards and still our feet stick like glue
our wings may be crushed under dark dangerous volcanoes
while the shimmering sensitive suns avoid our souls
dreaming seems to create daggers of hurt in mountains
we look at doves and we look at daisies and we see gentleness
Seeing pink warmth and feeling cold clouds creates tears
If only magic dreams lived in the daisies and the doves
sparkling stars shine every where we go
ripples of beauty stand still in time
while some quiet violet bluebells are scared and can't dance
we wish to reside with the trees and the mystical silver nights
and always pray for stars that breathe like gentle flames
we need to let the bluebells dance amongst the roses
we need to sail away to a world of peach lullabies
blossoming roses are not always as free as we see
we can run forwards and still our feet stick like glue
our wings may be crushed under dark dangerous volcanoes
while the shimmering sensitive suns avoid our souls
dreaming seems to create daggers of hurt in mountains
we look at doves and we look at daisies and we see gentleness
Seeing pink warmth and feeling cold clouds creates tears
If only magic dreams lived in the daisies and the doves
Published 19th Jul 2018
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3
reading list entries 0
comments 5
reads 571
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
20th Jul 2018 7:46am
very lovely and beautiful :-) i love your use of alliteration in this.
i love how you have given the bluebell a human quality called '' fear ''
''quiet violet bluebells are scared and can't dance''
the use of a simile here is really good '' stars that breathe like gentle flames ''
i like how you mentioned blossoming roses unable to move... which is quite true because the reality is they can't they are stuck in the ground
dreaming seems to create daggers of hurt in mountains '' this is a very strong and powerful line adele.
well done.. this is a brilliant and smart piece of writing, quite beautiful and charming x
i love how you have given the bluebell a human quality called '' fear ''
''quiet violet bluebells are scared and can't dance''
the use of a simile here is really good '' stars that breathe like gentle flames ''
i like how you mentioned blossoming roses unable to move... which is quite true because the reality is they can't they are stuck in the ground
dreaming seems to create daggers of hurt in mountains '' this is a very strong and powerful line adele.
well done.. this is a brilliant and smart piece of writing, quite beautiful and charming x
20th Jul 2018 9:31am
Nice piece here, I really liked "our wings may be crushed under dark dangerous volcanoes
while the shimmering sensitive suns avoid our souls" I thought that was a great choice of words.
Great work.
while the shimmering sensitive suns avoid our souls" I thought that was a great choice of words.
Great work.
20th Jul 2018 9:36am
Hello. Yeah I think I was tryin to say that darkness can easily crush us but that sometimes darkness can feel dangerous too.
Thanks for your comment
adele
Thanks for your comment
adele
"...Mystical moons dance upon the forest floor ..."
... ...
So a hopeful *clearing* turns into this poem.
... ...
So a hopeful *clearing* turns into this poem.
Anonymous
- Edited 22nd Feb 2020 11:45am
29th Jul 2018 10:09am
<< post removed >>
