Thru poetic
Feelings,
Images that are
Healing,
That rest the souls
From anxieties
And try to cradle
Love’s immaculate call.
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To Narrate,
Open the gate to,Your soul, your feelings,Your missing love,In trembling sounds,As life reboundsFrom the past,To future hope?Palpitate, write,Know you’re alive,Even if it’s hard to cope,When you’re reaching,The end of your rope.
Poetry is all about feeling,
And Love is the deepest feeling,At which, Poetry can arrive.
Am I me,
Am I You,Or my love for you?Please, before I die,I want to know.And Why,Who, am I?
I think that in this shattered World,
We’ll find the softness of a bird,In some great piece of poetry.A Poem that will read your heart,Give it the love that makes it start,Surrounds you with musical scales,Hoists up, imaginary sails.I think that thanks to Poetry,Feelings come forth more naturally,Words do describe the inner soul,Poetry’s mother to us All.
Loneliness is a colorless feeling,
From deep down inside,Perhaps, best exemplifiedIn Munch’s painting, The ScreamWhere the deep pain of loneliness may reside,That you cannot kill and you cannot hide.
What makes a poet?
Translated into words,Tying to capture clarity,From all that is blurred?What makes a Poet?I really don’t know,But I knowYou can’t teach itNor in your garden, grow.