The Voice Of My Nightingale Poem by Kpekot Egweteng
The Voice Of My Nightingale
I hear the voice of zeal
I hear when you gulped the sun
I hear trumpets' call to heal
I hear the voice of your run
You my Nightingale, my mystery call
You the ballast of my creativity
You the question from all
You the medal of my privity
The voice of my nightingale
The voice to heavensgate
The voice that ruin hell
The voice that root my fate
My nightingale, my benign beam
My nightingale, my unebbed stream.
this is a wonderful rhyming scheme. well patterned. keep it up.
your inner voice also helps one to improve. nice comparison for our soul, conscience, to the beautiful bird. You my Nightingale, my mystery call You the ballast of my creativity very meaning words. it is your strength, courage, that help us get to our aim
a nice way of listening to your inner soul. this will shed all negativity.You my Nightingale, my mystery call You the ballast of my creativity You the question from all You the medal of my privity i love the above lines. the first line in this stanza is very meaningful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 7:16:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned in Shakespearean sonnet rhyme scheme. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.