a poem is born…

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well of thoughts
begins to dry up,
heat of frustration
overwhelms me;
I begin to succumb,
soon exhausted,
strain of failures
showing clear.
in light of darkness,
I forget to notice,
the outlet I have
for this gloom.

I look not for language,
fancy words et al,
just a rain of words
to quench arid thirst
for realization.

like a bud takes form,
a rose is born;
from its petals
smile thoughts.
watered with inspiration,
it can survive;
bright in joyous sunlight,
it’ll never wilt.

poetry is the garden,
I always nourish,
with my dream.

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© Leo (30th September, 2011)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

84 thoughts on “a poem is born…”

  25. "Poetry is the garden I always nourish with my dream…" I so liked this verse…:) I too, would like to nourish my garden of thoughts…:)A very beautiful poem Leo…:)

  26. "Poetry is the garden I always nourish with my dream…" I so liked this verse…:) I too, would like to nourish my garden of thoughts…:)A very beautiful poem Leo…:)

  55. Thanks, Claudia 🙂 poetry does nourish and be nourished.. its why I find it so interesting and my life revolving around it so!

  56. Thanks, Claudia 🙂 poetry does nourish and be nourished.. its why I find it so interesting and my life revolving around it so!

  69. Such lovely words….I especially like the last lines….poetry is the garden I always nourish with my dreams…always blessed when I read your work 🙂

  70. Such lovely words….I especially like the last lines….poetry is the garden I always nourish with my dreams…always blessed when I read your work 🙂

  81. my my….u took my breath away with this beautiful and delicately framed and decorated poem of urs Vinay:) loved it to the core:) I wrote a poem titled "A poem of every occasion" maybe u like it :)PS: lobed the line : "in light of darkness" beautiful irony

  82. my my….u took my breath away with this beautiful and delicately framed and decorated poem of urs Vinay:) loved it to the core:) I wrote a poem titled "A poem of every occasion" maybe u like it :)PS: lobed the line : "in light of darkness" beautiful irony

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