Capturing the essence
Of what we have to say,
But at the same time
We find feelings,
That bring stories
To life,
Thus giving birth
To written mirth,
Alleviating,
Troubled hearts
And sometimes,
Giving Life a push,
In Reaching
For the stars.
Capturing the essence
Of what we have to say,
But at the same time
We find feelings,
That bring stories
To life,
Thus giving birth
To written mirth,
Alleviating,
Troubled hearts
And sometimes,
Giving Life a push,
In Reaching
For the stars.
A sweeter Rose, that softly grows,Into Eternity.
In minds and hearts,Hoping love,And fertile thinkingWill make us grow,Closer togetherCultivating,Love and feelings,Vocal languageOf the Arts.
Before nothing, now it’s worse,Fifty Six years, Empty Purse!
Words instead of colors, paint,The portrait of our inner state,No sentiments, concealing.As sincere AS Love should be,The Poet words, his lettered painting.Never wanting to conceal,A Heart that sometimes may be breaking.Fantasy and Poetry,Words that speak, Eternity,Wish one day the World would be,One Blue Sea of Poetry.When a Poem speaks to me,I regain faith, naturally,I am…
But when unloved,You just wither away,Night never becoming day.
That keeps on givingSo that the spiritLove and feelingsAnd whatever elseIs human in us,Doesn’t dry up.