Ideas, cerulean waves;
Break onto the shore,
Of my mind; perplexing it but it never depraves;
My thoughts, so they are pulled away to the ocean floor.
Skimming along golden oceanic dust,
Searching for what else I may ponder,
I become filled with curious lust,
Taking hours on end just to wonder.
I don't have a name for it, and I'm not too sure what I'm going to do with it. It's my newest poem and I just want some of your opinions on it. Please feel free to leave your thoughts on it at the bottom and if you have any ideas for a name for it that would help. Thank you.
P.S. I'm not really done with it, this is a first draft.
Break onto the shore,
Of my mind; perplexing it but it never depraves;
My thoughts, so they are pulled away to the ocean floor.
Skimming along golden oceanic dust,
Searching for what else I may ponder,
I become filled with curious lust,
Taking hours on end just to wonder.
I don't have a name for it, and I'm not too sure what I'm going to do with it. It's my newest poem and I just want some of your opinions on it. Please feel free to leave your thoughts on it at the bottom and if you have any ideas for a name for it that would help. Thank you.
P.S. I'm not really done with it, this is a first draft.