God Hold Me I May Weep


God hold me I may weep!

waterfalls address my cheeks,

the heather in the moor

has yet to bloom.


And the woodland yonder in serpentine

with rivers snaking in between,

full of tryst and mystery 

the muse endows epiphanies! 


And the sky above where angels live

would glisten hot when the sun is dead,

the clouds flying to far away

how I wish I could go with them! 


God hold me or I'll fly, 

this world is beautiful enough to cry 

for, see my wings my muse bequeathed me

so I can see it all 


Try and map my daydreams; and you'll receive 

fine fiction, a literature so raw as to persuade conviction

Isn't the world lovely? Once you look on it

How everything arrives, only to egress!

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2017 21:57
  • Comment from author about the poem: The world is a very vast place, and there is a lot of unknown good in it that we may never get to see.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 18


  • Myjoyisfull79

    Very nice 👍 good read

  • Goldfinch60

    Good positive write. Believe.

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