My dreams grew in the oven
My longing melted me, it was never over
To not be limited, thirsty like for water
To have talent, I had to become a fighter
Turning poison into odor
Smiling to give my life some color...
I let my thoughts carry me
To the boundary between dream and reality
Carefully I scatter, slowly I'm gathering
Where two worlds are colliding...
I lift with the wings of wisdom
Until I touch the stars of miracle
Like pearls I collect them, in my mind
Treasures with measureless value...
My forehead intensely I squeeze
To make ointment
for hearts brought on their knees
I also bring the fragrance of summer flowers
So that you could, all the hate expire
Let my art deeply inspire...
My hand is a spring of light
My sheet gently lays it down
To get beyond many genes
With it's elegance unchanged
It's sublime nature highlighted...
I carved out a face for gentleness
Gave shape to the dew of the morning
Nothing is what i can't incorporate
In my soluble light clothing...
Be part of my eternal light
To adorn the world together...
Not to be overly sober, but rather bright
A sweet pastel painted on marble
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Author:
Albert Elod (
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- Comment from author about the poem: To better understand my poem, you have to keep in mind that my light is my art, in pain I understand and because i understand a lot i can create art. but to crate art i need to get to the ''stars of miracle'' that means creative, brilliant, poetic Of course i would like to inspire people to appreciate better what they have, by my art to see all the beauty better and to get healed, purified to be able to have perfect, loving thoughts'' be part of my light to adorn the world together. So that we can love and inspire even more people. And with our perfect happines we can create the ''pastel on marble'' ''i carved out a face for gentleness'' ''Gave shape to the dew of the morning'' means that i inspired from the beautys of nature.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Rocky Lagou
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Yo, yooooo. This right here, THIS right here. Is art. I’m just gonna note some of my favorite lines:
“To have talent, I had to become a fighter”
“I carved out a face for gentleness”
“Gave shape to the dew of the morning”
I mean wowww. I love your metaphorical yet so deeply vivid words. You truly spark new inspiration to write and as you say “carve” words with our voices. This is beyond.
thanks bro, if you re only 16 and wrote like 33 poems, i have read like 4-5 and i can asume the others are somewhat the same, you have good art to, i like the one with sin that you overcamed, god bless you,.
i like to endlessly read this poem, it s normal ?
Thanks a bunch Albert! Your compliments are truly appreciated! "Because Light Seemed Darker Than Hell" is the one I'm assuming you've read. Yeah, that poem delves into our inner-workings and our human nature that can tend to sway towards the side of evil. But what's important is that we overcome it. Also reading your own poems is TOTALLY normal. I mean what good what it be to write a poem you yourself can't even enjoy? I, personally, read my poems a couple of times now and then. It's a good thing. ✨💕
This is beautiful, like Rocky says, it's art! So many beautiful metaphors! Just absolutely wonderful job here.
thanks ,I like what i wrote i read it over and over again to improve it, and i worked a lot, it took me a lot of inspiration i felt drained after i made the final ajustments, i m also romanian so i translated this from my language. My final form shorthened my poem to 8 Lyrics, adding My sheet gently lays it down...it s sublime nature highlighted i carved a face... and the last lyric i improved also. i wanted to inspre not to make everyone sad.
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