I was hit by something strong
Which made me to stumble on the ground
Entered my heart like piercing blade
Tearing away hopes thus made of thread
Hushed the howling soul and
Made it numb and lost
Gave the feelings of cold and frost
I gathered myself to look the wound
Became stoned and amazed
When I search it through
I pulled it out and placed it
On the palm of my hands
With awed and confused put a sneerful gaze
It was breathing steadily with few
Breaths of life
It was nothing but my broken
And miserable thoughts
This gives a real picture of what our thoughts can do...thank you
broken thoughts.... can be mended, all you need is determination. i can relate to your poems. it reflects my ideas when i was your age and was frustrated. keep on writing.
It was breathing steadily with few Breaths of life bravo beautiful imagery
Tearing away hopes thus made of thread Hushed the howling soul and great lines... good images for ur reader. I liked this a lot. good job. Becca
A very well written poem................... Love & hugs............
Aijaz u have he uncanny ability to stir the sensitivity of the reader with your poems lofty with love, pain and myriad emotions......i am really moved by your writings!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very strong use of metaphor. Wonderful imagery. You have turned your sad thoughts into a work of art.10 without hesitation. Warm regards, Sandra