Tenderly Poem by Sandra Feldman

Tenderly

Rating: 5.0


Softly, tenderly,
When I'm sad and lonely,
I read verses of melancholy,
Of frustrated love,
Of prayers for a better tomorrow,
Of things that I've never heard of.
They console me and hold me,
Like a mother embracing her scared child.

Poetry, since childhood has been my friend,
My accompanying musical instrument,
As I turn Life's lonely bend.

Then,
Now, and in the Future,
I came across your poetic flowered bough,
That with starlit images wrote,
The most Miraculous Verses,
That language can allow,
Like thousands of delights, opening,
The Portals of Heaven on earth,
Filling me with endless mirth,
Words that make your life precious,
A call to Beauty, in a Soul so spacious.

Thursday, March 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 29 March 2014

Such soothing words Sandra, pieced together beautifully and words to save. Thank you

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Chuy Amante 28 March 2014

There are many Portals of Heaven on Earth, for those with eyes to see and ears to hear and open hearts to feel~~~

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Thomas Vaughan Jones 28 March 2014

Exquisite. Your brilliant humour gives way to soft and gentle melancholy. I hope that your poet turns out to be all that you'd want him to be. Are you sure that you're not Celtic?

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Md Elias Uddin 27 March 2014

Poetry, since childhood has been my friend, My accompanying musical instrument, As I turn Life's lonely bend. Liked it.

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Valerie Dohren 27 March 2014

Poetry can indeed be very soothing, and can bring solace to a troubled mind with its words of wisdom. Lovely poem Sandra.

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