Treasure Island

Matthew Holloway

(10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

Ode to a Gentle Soul


Never could a word be said
To discolour your beauty
You have a gentle soul
A wonderful nature in fact
And after all has been said
I know how I feel for you
You are kind and innocent
My heart stands with yours
I will protect you always
If we are lovers or friends
It will not change I pray
This is an ode to you
An ode to a gentle soul
As beautiful as any before
And deserving of praise
I shall remain ever present
At your call, by your side
As a friend or a lover
I shall remain right here

Submitted: Saturday, August 13, 2011
Edited: Saturday, August 13, 2011

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 (Ode to a Gentle Soul by Matthew Holloway )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. A Bench on the Hike, Mae AC.
  2. For the family, hasmukh amathalal
  3. Dilli ki sadak (Hindi), S.D. TIWARI
  4. Nilife, FOEVERAMI JOHNSON
  5. Two sides of coin, hasmukh amathalal
  6. For You, Kewayne Wadley
  7. Muskuraanaa Sikho//Hindi, Aftab Alam
  8. How Good To Be Alive, Shalom Freedman
  9. His Smile You'll Recognize, Susan Lacovara
  10. Lead Feather, Joshua Riles

Poem of the Day

poet Helen Hunt Jackson

The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]