Life

Poem By Paul Andrew Bourne

Life
a freshly cut rose
a prize just won
a delicacy of exotic foods
a vision in a dream
a potential lately discovered
nature in its purest form.

Life
an abstract art
a treacherous concept
a vague cue
a blank slate
an open artery
an enclosed desire.

Life
a philosophy.

Comments about Life

There is no comment submitted by members.


Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of BOURNE

Friendship

Have you ever had a friend
Who does not see BEAUTY, SOCIAL STANDING,
FAME and CREDENTIAL as important?
Or, WEALTH for that matter?

Tempted To…

Tempted to, tempted to
I was tempted by my socialization into believing
that which was said
Yes, it was a temptation so sweet and pure

Only If

Only if
Only if
That is, only if
Only if

A Single Bullet

a bullet!
a single bullet!
just a piece of metal
in the wrong hand -

Freedom From Outside

Alas! I awoke from within
shackles of veracity
laid
on my charge

Shi

I see not love again because of my former years
I kept the hate of love lost bottled deep inside
as - those days that I loved
I did with the heart of a fool