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.
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Author:
Malu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 1st, 2017 10:29
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments7
Malu, you are weaving magic here with your poem. Beautifully said!
Thanks friend. We are creating magic here. It is magical to be a poet.
A very lovely write
Thank you so much Shanon.
A very lovely work malu
Really enjoyed it...
"beauty beset
This borrowed time"
Oh! Thank you. It is easy to be inspired by nature. It is magical
Your words danced around in my head
Like magic I could feel them instead
Fun write.
Thank you Augustus. It is fun to write like this.
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
Beautiful thoughts. You sure have a beautiful mind.
So true, poetry is magical and can release us from our woes.
Oh yes. Thank you for comment
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