Locked away and freezing,
shrouded by black sunlight
frozen eyes they doth stare
at my teddy-bear.
Bedside lamps do complain,
of the many noise addictions
that veiled daises and buttons both,
bring home from garden nightclub.
Discarded emotions they do fall,
unto a floor of velvet
where mice and men,
dance swan lake upon regulation.
Empty bottles and bags,
fill every corner of empty room
fillings long gone from everything,
yet still ancient apple pie crusts remain.
A poem of nonsense is this that,
with nothing but fun boredom
blue butterflies and silver notepads,
eat ice-cream on the lawn.
Fluffy throw pillows,
play tag in floor-set pool
until all must fall silent,
dawn of bright sunshine has come.
Author notes
Hope this counts as poetic.
A contest entry
- enter poetry here. by And Hyetal.
300 points, ended July 31, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Not a poem of nonsense at all! I think this holds some deep meaning in parts for you! A feeling of almost abandonment and darkness descending in this...
Very poetic indeed!
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