Words

These words I write,

Are felt with all my might.

I keep them close to me,

So that only I may see.

Their permanent value,

And everything they do.

They pile up in my head.

Sometimes they feel like lead

Sometimes my words fill me up,

Eventually they fill my cup.

Sometimes even my words bring me down,

Sometimes I even frown.

Most of the time they are my expression.

They ease my depression.

They are my power,

Hour after hour.

My words will go on,

Even after I am gone.

This I promise you.

Reviews

[JulianaSun]

I see that writing means a lot to you. Words soothe your mind when grayness ( as I call depression) looms on the horizon. But sometimes they clutter up your head and refuse to spring out in a sensible manner. Yes, words can be so unyielding when inspiration fails us.
And yet, words are your power. Our power. And when we're gone, the things we have said and the pages we have written will remain. :)

[Jen Walters]

Thanks for your kind review of this poem, I deeply appreciate it. That's why I wrote this poem in part to remind us that just as much as words are our power, they can also be our undoing. Have a great day.

[jeannemarie coulter]

words are everlasting...what we say has a life of its own...your work is thoughtful and well done...

[Jen Walters]

Thank you so much, I write from the heart, and I try to show my thoughts and moods in my words. Words are just words but they can hold so much power if we are not careful and don't take more time to think about them. Have a great day.

[jeannemarie coulter]

well done and thank you

[Jen Walters]

you're quite welcome, nothing thrills me more, than to have perfect strangers appreciate my work such as you have; have a great evening

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Our words will go on if we teach our knowledge to the next generation.
"My words will go on,
Even after I am gone.
This I promise you."
I feel good life and kindness/love shared. Leave a part of us forever upon the earth. Thank you Jen for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jen Walters]

my husband and I had a disagreement the night before I wrote this I think it was so long ago now, and a lot has happened since then. My poetry comes from the heart, so its easy for me to pick a thing or an object and just write about it. Thank you for your kind words as always, and have a great day.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. Life will create thoughts and good poetry.