Poet, Speak! or forever be silent

arqios

a poem is the funeral pyre
of pulsations, once exhumed
but now still present;
fueled by the flame of our
rue-filled memories

a poet is the gathering together
of thought and hope
that intermingle with the
burnished trim of
a late afternoon sky

and poetry is a dream
garbed in bilious words
whose raiment is laced
by meandering verse and
be-jeweled by barely parted lips:

It takes but a whisper
to free the wandering soul.

  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 19th, 2022 00:12
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    (then dear insightful Poet
    whisper, to thy self:
    'Poesy, empower me
    to light, paths
    consumed by strife
    and brighten, smiles, encased
    within immeasurable, self-doubt
    beginning, with my own
    path and smile, of a life
    Posey, befreind me
    for eternity...')
    thanks for sharing, another great read!
    'and poetry is a dream
    garbed in bilious words
    whose raiment is laced
    by meandering verse'..
    Amen!

    • arqios

      Thanks L.B. Mek. you are too kind.



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