Poems, A Different Way To Say........ Poem by Sandra Feldman
Poems, A Different Way To Say........
Poems are not made of words,
They're made of inner feelings,
Words instead of colors, paint,
The portrait of our inner state,
No sentiments, concealing.
As sincere AS Love should be,
The Poet words, his lettered painting.
Never wanting to conceal,
A Heart that sometimes may be breaking.
Fantasy and Poetry,
Words that speak, Eternity,
Wish one day the World would be,
One Blue Sea of Poetry.
When a Poem speaks to me,
I regain faith, naturally,
I am able to believe,
That the bad, the dark and evil,
Have not taken total hold,
That some artists that are bold,
Radiate goodness, compassion,
That our lives are not just cold,
And mechanical, subtraction,
That the stars still shine above,
And that somewhere, in some corner,
There's a thing that we call, Love
Another beautiful poem Sandra - full of lovely sentiments - wish one day the World would be one blue sea of poetry, exquisite, and that somewhere in some corner there's a thing that we cal love, divine.
In some corner there is love, we've all seen it. But in life the truth of love is bittersweet joy. We can't always have everything set in beauty. Words paint pictures of our interior states of mind, consciously and subconsciously. We speak in feelings and emotions which can be fickle even as we write them. Life lives and dies, as does love and people and we listen to it all breaking in hearts of our poems. Painters of portraits can't all paint the same person time after time just as the world can never become one blue sea of poetry. It is but a rainbow of beauty set in words, never the same color twice.
Mesmerizing words, my dear poet! 10/10 again! 'Words instead of colors, paint, The portrait of our inner state, ' Truly you are a great painter of portraits through the words that flow from your inner self. 'Wish one day the World would be, One Blue Sea of Poetry.' Just a wish, how beautiful a wish can be! 'When a Poem speaks to me, I regain faith, naturally, ' When you speak, we listen. 'And that somewhere, in some corner, There's a thing that we call, Love ' Very much reassuring, thanks!
Simply amazing....I shake my head that you thought for a second that this might not be marinated to the point of presentation. Incredible explanation of the journey between emotion and the written word! !
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When a Poem speaks to me, I regain faith, naturally, I am able to believe, That the bad, the dark and evil, Have not taken total hold, That some artists that are bold, Radiate goodness, compassion, That our lives are not just cold I am both glad and sad for reading your poem, glad because i read it, and sad bcoz why i didn't read before...what you said in this poem is appealing for its feel and facts that it revealed...we get to know why the earth is still riveted to its center, its roots, why still the invisible pillars have still the control of the sky...it is a positive approach to find out wherever goodness is...your entire poem is a readable, quotable and enjoyable write...i learn something new at every read of a fine poet...thanks for being so! ! !