Stop and wonder how a heart breaks then makes friends who give of themselves until they bleed out on the cold floors of the world...........
Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
look for the positive aspect in moonlit shadows.
Stop and wonder
how a heart breaks then makes friends
who give of themselves
until they bleed out on the cold floors
of the world.
Do you find that time lays heavy on you
within dreams
where snow melts in pictures
of piercing eyes
that mail letters to the moon.
Or are you afraid to look out the window
and stop pretending
you are falling in love with being all alone
with just your heart and a slingshot?
What litters the path where your feet move
calling out to the sky
that there is no magic wish
staring at you
waiting for you to finish.
Does your breath catch in conversations
held with snowflakes
that spin and bow then fade away
leaving you to wonder
where you go
from here.
Has it come to the point
where you walk in the places
where white lies run through the stream of life?
Does innocence struggle with colors
that make our eyes believe nothing is true
when something new becomes old
inside of winds that creep
and freeze like icicles.
Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
you must have walked this path
I have described.
Do not stand up and leave with your
thoughts racing,
climbing higher and higher,
lest you become one of those hearts
that bleed.
Straight to my heart and to my favourites, this shadow may not be moonlit but he is brightened by your tender words to our beloved poetry and to how it gives us the freedom otherwise only found in dreams. You really captured the romance and the beauty words can give, never stop. Keep em' coming
When a light shines, on a cold overcast day, it shines so very brightly. And you are a very bright light indeed. A love poem to oetry and indeed friendship and freedom. A wonderful piece that lifts my soul and warms it with light.
Poetry is about emotion, be it the deepest sadness and despair or the very summit of joy and ecstasy. Before one can "...feel the soft touch of poetry...", one must first learn how to simply feel. I love this poem. It speaks from a heart that has felt all these things and found the glittering and sometimes bittersweet beauty of them all.
What I got from this was really depressing, but it's nothing but the truth. The way you describe things, is beautiful, but the truth you speak is heart breaking.
"Has it come to the point
where you walk in the places
where white lies run through the stream of life?
Does innocence struggle with colors
that make our eyes believe nothing is true
when something new becomes old
inside of winds that creep
and freeze like icicles."
This stanza alone hit me hard and made me think... and I do know one thing from all of this, I do not want to become one of those hearts that bleed.
Simply brilliant, beautiful... and I thank you for sharing it with me.
Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
you must have walked this path
I have described.
Do not stand up and leave with your
thoughts racing,
climbing higher and higher,
lest you become one of those hearts
that bleed.
I do believe my heart is bleeding"LOL" Stunning words of poetry!
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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