Yesterday is a tale of your bluish promise
You'd arrived into my bed-room of heart
I'd felt soft fingers of love like denim jeans
Smell of your dusky hair kissing the violet air.
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'But how can I replicate a yesterday? Shift a today towards a non-stop tomorrow? ' What a write? ‘Shift a today towards a non-stop tomorrow? '. Glory unto today! ! A definite Ten / Ten. Regards dr. sakti
I want to enfold the globe with crimson roses To fill up the oceans with soft dews ............................................................. Ashraful, Very beautiful a poem, with graceful desire..10... Best wishes, Tsira
great use of words... similes and metaphors as well as imagery. i enjoyed
A colorful read of romance and despair...a rare well put combination in a poem so short
There is something very refreshing in finding such different combinations of words and images... Nice work Ashraful... the longing and frustration are presented clearly and poetically...
It is a little bit different from he poems i have read by you, mre romantic but still very creative and unconventional, with a very good colorfull sellection of words and metaphors 'arrived into my bed-room of heart'.... br, one
Yes, a poet can do it. You must be knowing that I am a devil poet. Insanity is my dress. Immorality is my religion.I give sound to soundlessness. I give colour to invisibility.I am in conflict with my beloved who created this devil.
Ah! How wonderful to be loved by a poet I should say when offered poems for roses Who longs for an unchanging love In a changing world. May your love live long and fragrant, my friend, I was astonished to read this poem painted with the crimson of roses, a rare offering to our eyes and mind, I thank you for this. Angel