It Is Useless Poem by alexander opicho
It Is Useless
It is useless to sing to me about beauty of the world
When I have already lost my eyesight,
To sing to me the melody of your lover
When my eardrums are already broken,
To confirm my poetry a jejune
When it is already in public,
It is useless to think disgustingly of me
When I am already a perfected creation
Half a distance on my journey towards my destiny,
Dear Poet, Your thoughts in this poem are compact but powerful. One must never be frustrated on what others say of him. Thanks for this lovely feel. I invite you to read my poems and teel me something about them. you can try this: I Live in the Poetry Poetry does not live in me But I live in poetry I wander freely In the vast grove of humanity The free flowing thoughts are The streams of clear water Like the clear thoughts New words are the buds Which are ready The flowers of new ideas ............................... ....................... rest of it on my page thanks again.
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4/23/2024 4:22:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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