Citatepedia^®.com

Dark Colors

Like of a red poppy, danced your petals
have you applauded in the wind?
and a remembrance of my bolder ideals
upon a silken dandelion lint..

Unspoken, my voice abides in floral sheaves,
and all your dreams became
a path to outer worlds, under a rain eaves
similarly apothegms to claim.

A gleam of sorrow the oracle and outright
a field of rhymes in asperity
your worlds received dreams in stars bright
and bogs of betimes eternity.

Inside my soul, dark colors signed my dream
berate my beneficence to crown my scream.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!