The moonlight words
And the Sunday prayers,
The bike rides
Among autumn leaves,
The winter kisses
Beneath warm blankets,
Holding your hand
In a hospital room,
Crying all night beside you;
All of this and more,
Forever record my love for you
And it is written in God’s volume of poetry.
Nice work, buddy. And I agree with Sherrie; dont compare yourself with other poets. Everyone has different styles for whatever reasons. Actually that'd be a good topic to investigate...why poets choose certain styles to write in as opposed to other styles or forms. Wait, did I say I agree with Sherrie? Uh oh..you better stay indoors for a few days, Uriah. Theres obviously a freak hailstorm coming your way. :) Keep up the good work, my friend.
This is beautiful. I really like 'moonlight words.' This little gem is surely one of your best and touched my heart. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this simple poem conjures images of sunlight and sadness. well done, my friend! Jake