Countless poems
Like butterflies held tenderly in poet's heart
With colors of joy and gladness
Mingled with grief and sadness
Kindled sketches of subtle thoughts
And obscured imaginations
Abstract philosophies
And obsolete ideologies
Songs of love and vanity
Broken promises
Wounded emotions
War and revolution
Hopes and dreams
Till he decides to reconcile
And let them fly
Upon their delicate wings
To seek new destinations
To be free to meet or merge in new voice
To find its place upon an open palm
Or be caught in the web of a dream catcher
Fly lonely upon a cactus flower
Or be out there to breathe the garden beauty
Some time a poet has to bid adieu to his poetry
Just to be free
Just to be him or her.
Line 19: To find its place? Maybe To find their place [or places]? Otherwise I enjoyed this fine poem very, Very, VERY MUCH. some favorite lines: And let them fly Upon their delicate wings To seek new destinations TO MyPoemList, and perhaps for May Showcase. Bri :)
The condensed emotion gets free thru our poem.Very subtle thought.Loved this fabulous job!
Letting go to rise. Interesting thought. Falling upwards. Enjoyed your poem very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem and a compliment to your top poem! To myPoemList