The magic of poetry

malubotelho

I too, can be hurt inside,
Why I'm not free from the misery
But I have a way of step aside
It is solely by writing poetry.
I can sometimes scape
On day dreams imaginary
Laying down on the clouds on my head, swinging on the moon it could be
When I pass close to the flowers
I see them dressed, oh! So luxury
They blow me kisses, and they invite me,
To sing the lyrics of my coquetry
As we begin the sultry conversation
They undress the silk fabric, the wind join us to see,
In each twinkle someone falls in love,
This is the magic of poetry.

  • Author: Malu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2017 10:29
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 104
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  • FredPeyer

    Malu, you are weaving magic here with your poem. Beautifully said!

    • malubotelho

      Thanks friend. We are creating magic here. It is magical to be a poet.

    • ShannonXx

      A very lovely write

      • malubotelho

        Thank you so much Shanon.

      • P.H.Rose

        A very lovely work malu
        Really enjoyed it...
        "beauty beset
        This borrowed time"

        • malubotelho

          Oh! Thank you. It is easy to be inspired by nature. It is magical

        • Poetic Dan

          Your words danced around in my head
          Like magic I could feel them instead

        • Augustus

          Fun write.

          • malubotelho

            Thank you Augustus. It is fun to write like this.

          • onepauly

            yes poetry is a wonderful magic. I remember when I was starting to write poetry. I would not read others
            poems. I think you know why. but there was one time I walked to the library. and standing in the isle I read almost a whole book of poems. it was very delightful. I wrote a poem about that library visit. i'll post it in time. now I want to write about the gentle winds flowing through the trees in the summertime. they whisper magic. and when I pass from this world. I would like to have my ashes spilled in a forest of trees. so I can be part of it.
            and death shall have no dominion
            paul

            • malubotelho

              Beautiful thoughts. You sure have a beautiful mind.

            • Goldfinch60

              So true, poetry is magical and can release us from our woes.

              • malubotelho

                Oh yes. Thank you for comment



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