I live in words
I wonder if dreams are just dreams, or dreams are omens. So far, they are fine.. But sometimes, I do get such dreams that scare the hell out of me, and I wake up in a cold sweat wondering if that’ll ever come true. Sometimes, that same dream recurs as well… The poem, written in … Read moreA Final Dance..
I wonder if the world as a whole, is poetic. In each one of us, I believe, lies dormant, a poet. If the world was a poem, could I, being a poet, write it in any way I wanted to? The poem, written in “Free verse”, for the twelve words given by Brenda at The … Read moreA Poetic World…
I might have a lot of loving hearts around me, but the love just doesn’t seem to hold you know. Today, I felt that a lot, felt that that love might be more circumstantial than everlasting. Do what pleases them and the love stays; irk them even the slightest, be silent for a few minutes … Read moreJust a loner…
Lost in this palace of knowledge, I find myself overwhelmed by The power of words to express What emotions at times cannot; Each word etched, a bookmark, From their heartbeat to my own, A touch of simplicity sparks life, As characters and incidents rise, Like a golden tailed phoenix, From scattered ashes of doubts, To … Read moreOverwhelmed…
Oh this silly sea, Why it hurts me? With it I do play, Every single day; Oh this silly sea, Why it can’t see? My palace it eats, Before I complete; Oh this silly sea, Is it so hungry? I’ll give some pies, Yummy and nice; Let it not eat sand, I’ll feed with hand, … Read moreOh this silly sea..
My fear to let go Of my inhibitions Just brought me More doubts only I let go of doubts Without hesitation But did I fall still To over optimism? I thought I let go Yet it appears I hadn’t just then I might never will Shared at Poets Potluck © Leo 02/05/2011