From the sun's descent to its rising,
everything inside me begins devising.
All the soul within me realizing,
any doubt I am now disguising.
So with every passing instant i'm,
seeking the sanctity found in rhyme.
Hardhearted like in my approach,
I may look weary but I never lost hope.
It’s only that time has turned me cold,
all these tribulations, you'd think i was old.
With every breath I seek experience,
steadfast like, honor gains with perseverance.
Clear as day, I intend to hear all the words
Loud like the hills beckoning for shepherds
I hope to grasp the heart of each line,
and to learn form truths left to the whims of time.
Has some of the qualities of fame, the last line and the consistent, yet creative style. I invite you to read my poems as well, although they are more idealistic, and perhaps messier. I eke cleanness, but I do not always find it. I admire your poems for their depth and slight crispness combined. Thanks for having a voice!
A nicely written poem. There are a few lines in there I can certainly relate to. Well done!
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I would like to translate this poem
With every breath I seek experience, steadfast like, honor gains with perseverance. Clear as day, I intend to hear all the words i want to learn from the truths... life, its experiences, so much varied in tune and note. yes we are here to learn. Whether we will or not, we will learn. like your determination in this poem. thank u very much. tony