Distant Drums
My poem reminds me of my Mams Favourite song
Distant Drums
I heard the drums, they are nearing,
Or was it the sound of my heart,
Pounding a rhythm, fierce and clear,
A beat that will never depart.
The echo of war or the pulse of desire,
A clash of the world or my soul’s quiet fire,
The drums are approaching, but who can say,
If they’re calling for me or leading me astray?
So was it the drums getting nearer,
Or was it the end of our love,
In the silence that follows, I stand in fear,
The drums fade away, but I’m still here.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (8)
A very old song
I could hear the drums coming. Good job.
You write very well ❤️🩹..I need to learn from you. Keep up the good work !
lovely
beautiful.
Nice poem, Marie, made me think about what people feel when a relationship ends.
Good job on sharing what ending a relationship could mean.
Nice!! 😊💕💗