Being A Poet Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Being A Poet
You cannot be a poet all the time
Sometimes, somehow
Words won't come by
You stare at the wall
Trying to capture the hollowness
Behind the flash of new paint
You look out the window
Trying to immortalize the beauty
Of the rose buds and the morning dew
And you close your eyes
Trying to imagine the beloved
With the tinkling laugh and bright eyes
But the poet in you is asleep
Too far gone in midnight dream
To put together words in a stream
That's the worst you can feel
On a day with sunlight
In the air and in your room
After days and days of grey shade
That slowed the pulse of the city
And blurred its gaze
Now it's all light
But perhaps, gloom brings out more
From a poet's mad soul.
I absolutely agree with you what you have expressed here. The poetic expression is based on personal experiences and knowledge..I admire this splendid rig
Trying to imagine the beloved! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
But the poet in you is asleep Too far gone in midnight dream To put together words in a stream How beautifully you have expressed the writer's block! Sometimes the mind goes so blank that no words come to our aid to put our thoughts into paper. I can so well relate to this mental hiatus! There is a natural flow with a touch of realism in these lines! I cannot but rate this poem as first rate! A 10
So very true are your words my friend. I can identify with that experience. Rich in realism!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 11:07:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
well said and well written lines.