Of Art,
A gushing forth
Emotion, sparks,
Deluge!
Inner Earthquake,
With a jolt
As if,
Zeus
To the artist said,
‘The World is yours,
Now,
Go ahead! ‘
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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.
Can I be content
Loaned to me,For a poem to writeAnd then, to become,My only friends?Is that enoughAttention, protectionAgainst,Time’s revenge?True,Words accompanyThoughts,But what they,Can’t doIs take your hand,Hold you upWhen you’re feelingA bit sad,Or totally lostAnd blue,Give you a tight hugJust to remind you,You’re still human, too.
Do you hear
Always asking, Why?Wondering if their heartsAre made of Stone,As life’s rivers dry,Emptiness does chokeWith unheard, sighThe errant heart,The lonely heart,The broken heartThat softly cries,That softly diesNever, having found,A loving Home.
Burning Arrows
The love you cannot have.The Sun,Sings songs of loveFor others,But not for thoseSadly livingUnder the shadowOf One.
I love when words come to me,
They sustain, my breath, my vision,My length of humanism,There is so much I want to express!Words allow me, this intimate caress.
To embrace a thought
But it can be done.However, human contact,In some casesIs preferred by some.