It does something,
To the soul,
A shrinking feeling,
A chocking feeling,
A trembling faun,
A still night,
Without a dawn,
A lonely feeling,
Like I’ve never known,
An emptiness,
A sad duress,
Hopelessness,
With no healing,
And no home.
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Love,
At any momentAt any time,You don’t evenNeed a rope,Just useHate and bloodFilled words,And in momentsThe victimWill succumbAnd painfullyDieFrom a brokenHeart.
There isn’t a day
All the good youTaught me,Up front,With, all the good thingsYou forced me to doWhen I did not want to.Yes, I am still meBut you, Mother dear,Led me to clear pasturesAnd opened sincere skiesWhere, thanks to youI humbly became,What you wanted me to.
We have no answers,
‘They hold the Truth’,Maybe in their own booth?But no one knows for sure,For Life is still a Mystery,No matter who guides the Tour.
The Earth has been blessed
Literary timesEven Biblical times,And in all culturesBy Poets,Angels without wings,That care about us,Look after usBy writing good thingsThat have to do,With friendship, loveAnd human links,So that we don’t forgetWho we are,How and Why we belongTo the human familyOf Nations.Poets cry for HumanityThey see everythingAnd their poems are flowersPlanted in Time,That will not wiltNeed no water,Just…
Noble purpose of Poetry,
In harmony,Creating understanding,Bonds of BeautyAnd ample sentiment,Poetry,Console, such as We,Save these dreamer soulsThat forever wander,Only searching love,And fraternity.
Nothing in Nature is the same,
So why should we,Not individuals be?