Ekaterina Polischuk

Rookie (20.08.1987)

A Nightingale


Today I go away from any noise
To look inside myself, to think, to wait…
I want to make my brave and lucky choice,
To do something for happiness, don`t late.

Today I`m walking through a forest glade,
I see a lot of magic in the sky,
I see the sun-rays are of gold made,
They pierce the gloom of souls, mind lie.

I hear the song that sounds from a tree,
Imagine angel`s voice and sit on grass,
My eyes just watch a bird…light-hearted, free…
The melody is wisdom, kind, brass.

A little bird is almost note-less,
But nightingale`s songs are powerful,
They flow around world and planet bless.
The little bird is our Lord`s tool…

He makes by it miracles full of piece,
Helps us to hear voice of fortune way,
When we enjoy of melodies` breeze,
He makes the bird about hope say.

Submitted: Monday, April 02, 2012
Edited: Monday, April 02, 2012

Form:


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A Nightingale by Ekaterina Polischuk )

Enter the verification code :

  • Rookie - 125 Points Romeo Della Valle (4/12/2012 11:34:00 PM)

    Wow! What a combination of beauty and talent shown in this well crafted and touching write! I love it! Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,488 Points Wahab Abdul (4/12/2012 11:33:00 PM)

    to look inside to feel the majestic nature...the poem has many quotable line...a very nice poem indeed..... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 197 Points Pheko Motaung (4/5/2012 1:12:00 PM)

    A most wonderful poem miss Polischuk! A great monument to poetic imaginative excellence! Thanks for sharing with us this wonderful poem! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 369 Points Harindhar Reddy (4/3/2012 1:15:00 PM)

    Yes Nightingale looks small but it produces multitude feelings in us. There is mystic melody in the coo songs of the bird. Our life is sick race, a rat race in this dog eat dog world. We strive seventy-times seven to achieve something, we are never satisfied. So i hate this life.....

    Henceforward I join the poet and her bird to listen to carefree sounds of nature! Kate it's an amazing poem! (Report) Reply

Read all 5 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  4. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  5. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  6. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep, Mary Elizabeth Frye
  7. If, Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  9. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  10. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost

Poem of the Day

poet Hilaire Belloc

Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,
Attempted to Believe Matilda:
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

New Poems

  1. Alive, Spiritwind Wood
  2. The Noble Mountain, Kevin Maroney
  3. The Vampire diaries, Putri Misnia Shary Bahri (Sh ..
  4. Holding on & letting go, Putri Misnia Shary Bahri (Sh ..
  5. A Dream True, Spiritwind Wood
  6. My Beautiful Hello, Ryan Lee Morris
  7. The Rabbit, Vera Sidhwa
  8. Forever On You Shine, Spiritwind Wood
  9. All That We Have Known, Spiritwind Wood
  10. Keep This Noticed To Know It, Lawrence S. Pertillar
[Hata Bildir]