Soon we all shall be lost
in the ocean of time
only few will run about
in search of poets who rhyme
In this world poetry is taking a revolution
come bask in the sun of reveller
show
don't tell any one
what you want to convey
let them in their own visions
your dreams match and obey
Only day dreamers ever win
others dream
in the darkest corners of mind
where will such poets ever
a name in the world find
Go with the winds
of salutations and rewind
you will never ever again
of another kind find
Nov 13, 2016
blazened lost eternally
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Loved
Just to let you know I am still reading poems, also I do write sometimes so that you just don't have to read your own alone..
The way we become lost is in not communicating with each others, the end of no communication is that you are standing alone in a wilderness, where only the wind will whisper as it passes over the dry sand but who will hear its passing.
Yours, Ian in waiting..
you I and the '''WIND'''
and
those who still love us
if not us
our poetry
Happy I am
many still do
now here I post only minuscule
take two!
much love to you..
you and Ian are not alone, I am here with you.
*hugs, Cat
upon your shoulders
we stand up right
cat
you must know it
Ian must also mean it
Cat and Loved
It is good to see you both again
reacting to words scrawled from my pen.
It is a lonely world where I watch from
Torn by common sense from the throng.
You both are the heart of our place
Yet others are afraid to join in the race
If only they could see that in reality
This is a place for us to escape, with sanity
Probability tracts stretch out for future days
They are all joined here as we start new ways
You both are as one, left in a narrow band behind
In life's dance, with you its a pleasure to bind.
Yours as always, Sparrow, Yenti, and even Ian.T
Love you all..
You both are the heart of our place
we are in the hearth
which you call furnace
burnt ashes
cinder still
Ian you know it
Cat and Loved
Would still like you both to read and comment on "The Keeper " just for me, xx