It dances lightly upon my breath.
Drifting like a boat at sea.
Beneath the cloudy, deep blue sky.
It carries me, into a dream.
Faraway from troubled worlds:
Where peace is straw and war’s a fire-
Where problems grow like weeds with water,
And sorrow does not hide.
It steals away the hurts and pains,
The wounds that time can’t heal.
It dims the icy fire of day,
And hides the watching eyes.
It blocks the words that cut the skin,
That stitches never close.
It shuts the gates to clog the sea
To stop the seeping holes.
Beneath the darkening, deep blue sky.
It carries me away to dream.
Away from pain, away from anger, away from all the hate!
Away, from the aching world.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryPoetry is not easy. It takes the right words in the right spot. It needs just the right punctuation. Or perhaps none at all? (Using line breaks to create two separate meanings perhaps?) Allusion, metaphor, simile, form, stanza, caesura, alliteration...
