Andre Sherriah

Rhythm (Revised) in Poetry JoeUser Forums

It drew me, this desire... to discover through the eyes of the heart, to touch the placidity of straggling thoughts, to hear echoes of tender words dancing through narrow caves and taste the sweetened tenderness of the first dewdrop's kiss. I close my eyes and become caressed, touched by the music,the melodies unending embrace... the pluck of every string, rivers melodies through my ears. Transfixed in awe I lie

What is love? in Poetry JoeUser Forums

What is love? The manifestation of tears and fears upon which you build brick walls to prevent your fall into an endless abyss of painful nihility because of a bastard whose words you thought had credibility? What is love? The stab to your heart with a blunted dart that is tipped in the poison of cheat and departure? BLOODY BASTARD! BLOOD