What is it about poetry that I can't find?
Why is it that my pen does not shine?
The darkness of nothing is near us.
Can you see it? If not, focus.
Where is that beauty, where is that light?
All things that matter, all things that hide?
Uncover the secrets of joy with a fight,
for that lost verse, that fading tide.
Have you tasted love? Is what I ask.
Have you been given such a bliss?
I got no answers, I got no task,
but searching for words, and maybe a kiss...
Poetry is all about Love, I say.
Written feelings, a pounding heart.
Life is the search for passion, if you may.
If not, go out, and play your part.
2 comments:
AUTCH!!! mesmo belo! beleza escrita! não tenho palavras para comentar tal obra de arte! adorei!!! espero que continues a espalhar esta beleza, e espero vir a ler mais brevemente!
why is this poem untitled?
you wright as if you'r very hurt and you'r wound won't heal! so for that matter I guess you have been in love.
please keep on wrighting, I promise I'll keep on reading.
the poem is as lovely as you are!!!
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