Tree
giving away its leaves for free
for those without blankets by its trunk
during the cold nights of winter.
Sky
showering all those below it
out of compassion for those who couldn’t fly
and for those who wish to fly further and higher.
Mother
of every creature gives a Gift Out of Love
that symbolizes compassion, devotion, and acts of sacrifice
for the children that will continue to live life without her.
Father
of every creature brings both strength and protection
which are passed on to the sons
so they could be stronger with every generation.
Children
of every creature running wild
collecting dreams and tears
for the future when they transform into something...more than a child.
Poets
writing and speaking out of Love and Devotion
towards their path of ‘Living Poetry’
as they are not the writer...but they are POETRY, THE POEM, and The Embodiment of Words And Verses Put Into A Living Motion.
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With Love and Love and Blessings,
Joker44
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Author:
Nafis Light (
Offline) - Published: November 15th, 2019 01:17
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 10
- Users favorite of this poem: ANGELA & BRIAN
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Comments2
A fine write J.
So long I did not hear that comment from you...I did not think that I would miss it.
Fine - meaning good, nice, eloquent, etc. I'm not of a gloomy temperament, but sometimes find it difficult to find laughter in all aspects of life. I suppose some aspects are not apt, e.g. not laughing at funerals!
ANGELA HERE - Thanks for sharing J44 an excellent ODE we have saved it as a FAVE ! Five balanced TRIPLETS - giving thanks for the FIVE most important things in LIFE - Trees - Sky - Our Mothers - Fathers & Children and an extended QUARTET for POETS ! POETS who indeed are the Embodiment of their Poetry - AMEN !
Blessings & Peace to YOU & YOURS
LOVE Angela & Brian 🧡💙🧡💙🧡
Thanks for saving *DOLDRUMS* as a Fave
Please add a comment - Thanks A & B !
I checked...but I can't get anything out to comment on DOLDRUMS.
By the way, I accidentally added you both to a future poem.
Accidental as in...not intentional, but it was made and it had to and it will be posted.
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