My golden orb ache when I see the ocean been produced on your eyelids,
my heart becomes sore when your sky painted eyes embraces the Rose
spilling dews of Eden on the lonely grass of Rome,
i am poked by your sharp tunes of symphonies which sting me —like the thorns of the wild ; rolling down like curtains of glacier,
will i continue to drown In this lake Chad bathing in the oil you left.
Tears Of Agony
Precious Moses
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 08/31/2022
(2)
Poem topics: heart, lonely, ocean, rose, sky, wild, grass, continue, sharp, sting, golden, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Write your comment about Tears Of Agony poem by Precious Moses
Best Poems of Precious Moses