Words

Might have been the first poem I wrote after the muse hit me (long story).

Words heal, words hurt

Words paint pictures, but never misquote

Words are weapons, words are peace

The words we choose so often speak

Words are a tool, yet words can destroy

I know more words now than when I was a boy

Words can be unspoken, words can be too loud

Words make us stand out in a crowd

Words chosen, words given

Words open up worlds we never new existed

Words open the soul, words can also hide it away

Words are all we have when our love is so far away

Reviews

[W. C. Forrest]

Your words the connoisseur of expressions
The words now evade such enchanting elucidation
Truly words can be unspoken
Utter admiration
Silence is words and words are silenced

Profoundly great. Left me speechless.

[Wynter Ignatius]

Wow, as this might have been the first poem I wrote some years ago.

[W. C. Forrest]

As very eloquently put by Julian Barnes - "Sometimes abstracts are more important than materials"