Silver Moon

Lonesome, I sat staring at the Silver Moon....
And there I sought a new born boon.
I sat recalling the miseries of my day.
Countless thoughts racing, carried upon a forsaken shay.

She deserted me on a dreary night,
Yet the Silver Moon shone ever-so-bright.
Lovers knocked upon her Puerta’ de Ore;
They searched for tenderness upon a willowed shore.

The Silver Moon glistened through the clouds of December
To remind of memories, wanted I, not remember.
Memories of cold evenings upon the alleys of New York,
There, I sat naked and distorted; stinking of whiskey. Empty bottle. Dry cork.

The world is a cruel mistress that fools desire;
Gaudy and austere, she is; yes indeed, a seasoned liar;
I loved her so, and for that, been stung and bitten.
I sat by the Silver Moon, where sour memoirs are written.

Sherif Mohamed 2016

Nice write, Sir.
Beautiful poem.

Welcome Sharif. Well written.

Welcome Sharif. Well written.

Thanks man! Comment appreciated :)

Thanks a lot lu :)

Very beautiful poem. I know and understand the sentiments

Thank you Sam. I appreciate the encouragement :)

Good one, Sentimentallover
Keep on writing and thanks for sharing.

Thank you so much Rosie for your support; that means a lot. You can call me Sherif :)

Beautiful...

Thanks for sharing...

Hi Sherif,

Very beautiful poem.
Thank you for sharing.

Thanks for the compliment. I really appreciate it :)

Thank you for the support. It really means a lot :)