Broken

[Dark Muse]

Broken

Broken dreams like the
broken wings of fallen birds
left to fly no more
yet somehow still beautiful
in their suffering
twisting alone in the dust
trampled down by time
bones and memories don't die
they will fade away
feathers blowing in the wind
just shards of wishes
drifting upon the currents
lost hopes scatter in the air.

[JoRavenJo]

This made me really depressed...but that's normal for me. I relate very well to this nice job...

[Dark Muse]

Well I am sorry it made you depressed, but thank you for the comments

[eyemaker]

Nice poem DM! captivating imagery;)

[MattG]

That was beautiful, I liked it very much!

The only thing I'd do is swap 'currants' (which are berries) with 'currents' and you've got a winner.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you, hehe and thanks for catching that. I will go fix it

[Kawthar K.]

I hardly like poetry with no rhyme, but you've got me with this one.I like it!
the words portray a nice picture.I think I'll paint something like it =] --Not the borken dreams- ofcourse, but the broken wings alongside of a pier! with rough winds, and I'll call the painting Caprice! you've inspired me, thank you!

+Respect

[Dark Muse]

I am happy to do so, thank you very much

[cogs]

great metaphor, and this, "left to fly no more
yet somehow still beautiful
in their suffering"
was good.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you

[Shadow Poet]

I found this portrayal of creative flair exceptional. Good write.