Up4achat
Poetry is my soul, my well being, my hope
Its the outlet I seek when I cannot not cope,
Its thoughts turned into words, when I cannot speak,
Like the awesome beauty of a snowy mountain peak.
poetry, is my life line, when I feel like dying,
Its the hand that wipes away the tears, when I'm crying,
Its the echo of my laughter, and the corners of my smile,
The gentle thoughts in the moment, when I'm silent for a while.
Poetry, is my life, a story I could never tell..
It's the book that I wish to write, but never will sell,
Its the window into my existence, opened wide for all to see..
Poetry is a journey... into the mind... of me!
Andyba
Nice poem!!! :wink:
sniper420
- Up4achat wrote:
Poetry is my soul, my well being, my hope
Its the outlet I seek when I cannot not cope,
Its thoughts turned into words, when I cannot speak,
Like the awesome beauty of a snowy mountain peak.
poetry, is my life line, when I feel like dying,
Its the hand that wipes away the tears, when I'm crying,
Its the echo of my laughter, and the corners of my smile,
The gentle thoughts in the moment, when I'm silent for a while.
Poetry, is my life, a story I could never tell..
It's the book that I wish to write, but never will sell,
Its the window into my existence, opened wide for all to see..
Poetry is a journey... into the mind... of me!
Touched my heart :cry:
Pumpkin Escobar
is for beatnik hippies!!!! You damn draft-dodgers!!!!!
dario
- Up4achat wrote:
Poetry is...
About poetry and poems... listen this one...
Title: think a blonde, write a poem
Think a blonde, write a poem:
thought the excited teens.
And about the structures?.
Bodies or verses?.
Only a word: verses.
One to one, line to line,
rhythm to rhythm, rhymes to rhymes,
making up a poem.
by Dario Galimberti
:))) fun, interesting and useful...
Shukran...
Dario
Larissa20
Looking to your eyes
When you kiss my lips-
Breathe of paradise,
Sunset, Love, and dreams.
Tender temples pulse
Underneath my touch,
Honeydew and cars,
Cuddling in large…
Devil gaze in eyes -
Gentle Angel gone,
Vanished Paradise,
I am still alone…
Mayflower
- Up4achat wrote:
Poetry is my soul, my well being, my hope
Its the outlet I seek when I cannot not cope,
Its thoughts turned into words, when I cannot speak,
Like the awesome beauty of a snowy mountain peak.
poetry, is my life line, when I feel like dying,
Its the hand that wipes away the tears, when I'm crying,
Its the echo of my laughter, and the corners of my smile,
The gentle thoughts in the moment, when I'm silent for a while.
Poetry, is my life, a story I could never tell..
It's the book that I wish to write, but never will sell,
Its the window into my existence, opened wide for all to see..
Poetry is a journey... into the mind... of me!
Very nice and soul searching ! its like seeing my own thoughts expressed by somebody else