The broken tides flow
washing in the shattered hopes
back to those who dream.
I sit here, on the edge,
listening to the waves,
watching just over the horizon.
My hopes diffused,
lost in the waters
seeming never to come back.
Tears from my own eyes,
streak down the beach sands
adding to the oceanic waters.
As time passes,
I keep within my mind
the solitary thought
The broken tides flow
washing in the shattered hopes
back to those who dream.














Comments
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~Broke the sissy boy's teeny toy heart in two
turned him into a video kid like you~
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Making your life pinker since 1987
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Poetry is my sanity.
My advice:
I'd say more but I'm too lazy and my wrist hurts. (^^) either way, it was good.
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[ There's the door, if you ever want to leave]
I really enjoy the redundancy in the first and last stanzas. It just comes full circle, sways, like waves on the beach. You stop focusing on what it being said and focus on the movements the words and rhythm evoke... to then realize it's what the poem tries to portray: being numb, ubiquitous, always there, to and fro, like waves on a beach. Great job.
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My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
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