That become alive
And in us thrive.
The tones, the intent
The surrounding scent
Of certain words,
Can be so thrilling,
Even fulfilling
Embracing all,
Large and small
At certain times.
Poets, Writers
Know this well
And with certain
Words and thoughts,
Can inject a lively
Feeling
That sometimes can be
Sweet healing,
As their web
Of worded feelings
Fills in many,
A life’s loss.
Of this weird Life,So full of stuff,You toil and sweat,You take all bets,And at the End,It’s all regrets,The empty hands,The loveless nights,The chilling fog,‘Turn off the Lights’
You turn me around,Voices, emotions,New musical sound,I love of your personThe melody, found.
That day,I did not visit Poem Hunter,And was surprised by the choiceOf Poem of the Day,The next day, that is today.So, I wanted to thank all thoseWho so kindly wroteAnd gave me the pleasure,Of an approving vote.Good Poets’ Hearts,Are easy to touch,And all your beautiful,Kind words for this poemHave truly touched me,And thrilled me so…
Literary Art,One is free,To read or read not,To tie many times with another,An invisible-insoluble knot,That an author can freely establish,Democratically,With those he knows not.
There’s a special aura that surrounds,Enhancing more than just physical charms,That explains Love’s absolute surrender.
Have something niceTo say,And be kind toAn animal,Others and yourself,Write a poemTake a walk,Kiss Nature,Hold a hand,And try to,Unhate, hate itself,For a better WorldTo get on its waySo please,Have a nice day,Today!
