Poem -

Stars 4

I wrote to the sea
On a weekend away from you.

You were like the sun.

I missed you when I was gone.

Or star, rather, it was!

 

You were like a minor star

That shines so far

From me it hurt.

 

Yes, I remember it now 

Like it was November, me a

Typical mess, you, respectfully sexy.

All the gray language had gone.

All there was was light.

 

My return brought new poetry.

There was even music for a while.
 

Like 6 Pin it 2
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Shirley Harrison

Your emotion is beautiful, passionate for sure with a touch of elegance thrown in for good measure. 🌹 

Reply
author
Neville

Cosmic .. I'm glad I swung by .. Neville

Reply
author
Marion

This is outstanding Rory, for me anyway
I love the lament of it, the soulful whispers to a muse ...far away, 
'I wrote to the sea'
what a wonderful first line x

Reply
author
Rory McGinlay

I won't tell you then, that I've used this line before. All well, they're my lines! I'll use them how ever many times I like. Lol

Reply
author
Marion

No rules in poetry...well there are but a great poet on here once told me...
rules are meant to be broken 🙃🙂😃

Reply
author
Marion

Shit...hadn't thought of that...
Well just break them anyway
I'll stick up for you...promise 😆😆

Reply
author
Twilla Carpenter

Oh, you do write poetry for poets, dear. I will do my best to continue reading your work throughout the workdays and late at night when I am sick of my own thoughts.

Reply
Poem -

Lion

At least once in a lifetime
Everybody wants to be a lion.

Especially if they're more...

Poem -

After

It was a love story of the future
With one little boy and his mother.

The race of humans has...

Poem -

Intended

And if somethings of ourselves are not intended
For the light may our breathes of fog at night,...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

Shakespeare's Candle...

Shakespeare's Candle Flame

William Shakespeare

English playwright and poet

Candles burning with...

Poem -

Passion and Pain

Passion and Pain

I can't draw,
I can't rhyme,
In fact I can't do much at all...
I lack creativity and...

Poem -

A Writer's Dream

A Writer's Dream

I write because my soul is restless
even looking up at the moon
doesn't calm her
I...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com