Can Satisfy
A lonely heart,
For of love
There may be too little,
Or none at all,
But there never will be
Enough.
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Humans as such
You might assume,That they always need a crutch,Cannot be trusted very much,Need to carefully guard their lunch,Always ready, to kangaroo punchAnd have sawdust,Instead of a brain.
Poetry and thinking go together,
Add to this the feeling of Forever,And the poet’s main ingredient,Which is Love.
Days come and go,
Remain the sameThis undying love,Even if you wereTo change your name,Would still be,RemainMy one and only Love,Never in vain.Love,A dream we all want as true,To caress and haveThe tenderest moments of life,That we really can’t doWithout!For Love is all that mattersIn this pitiless, lonelyIncongruous, World,All the restBreaks up and shatters,But love remains and saves,Our spirits…
To have the pleasure of your thoughts,
You communicate a world so free,A world where we all,Sometimes want to be,Where Love is a Tower,And Peace can flower,Because that is what is Poetry.
A poem starts,
The verses growIdeas appear,And feelings flowFrom secret sparksDeep in your heart,The poem startsTo take its shape,The poet knowsThere’s no escape,The birth is nearCan’t be refrained,Freeing the poem,The poem freeJust Joy remains.
Stanza after stanza,
This is my diary,The song of a tremblingBird,Resembling a heart,That just wantsTo be heard.