Where is the poetry?
if the poet left it
if his words have become tired
as much as he is
where is the love?
who lived in letters
between a poet and author
silent, mute
now threatens ~ tricked in the world~
once
weaving precious sounds
in your ear ~ the letters dancing ~
words that can be for anyone
loose, abandoned, there
rest your heart ~listening~
alone...
but the bard, the minstrel
had gone away
the words, the ballet
make sense just for him
and you pour tears
to enchanted more and more
your poetry
precious
tears
so where the poet ~is~?
crumpled sheet paper on the ground
careless steps and sadness
of one more unfinished poem
But not in your heart
is not?
i liked your poem very much- A poet never dies but he lives through his words what ever it may be
i love the expression of your lines simple but full of emotion great works..10/10
this write tells how well you have and know the heart of a poet..; well penned poetheart :)
a poet dismisses all obligations, remains reminiscence unchanged in all ages.
the difference between a poet and an author is the emotion that one possess and the other seldom has to bother...I mean the authors of text books
A lovely poem, we have to lose ourselves in our work in order to find ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where is the poet/? I like it very much