That place where hearts and souls unite
and hold their congress of delight,
then range across the Universe
in search of scattered scraps of verse.
Perhaps some brief soliloquy
on Humour or Philosophy,
a modicum of Gothic prose,
the shadow of a withered rose.
Emotions phrased with symmetry
this essence that is Poetry.
When hidden thoughts remain unheard
concealed behind unspoken word.
Where solitary musings spin
around the loneliness within.
Perhaps a self placating balm
arises like an ancient Psalm,
found in a well beloved book,
discovered in some shaded nook.
Where words can make good company.
and nurture love for Poetry.
you have successfully tried to cover almost the entire range of poetry...though it's a hard task to cover its vast expanse...all human creativity is a manifestation of The Creator, The Almighty...poetry with a vision and a high purpose...above all mere shallowness or just rhyming, versing or reciprocal bond...is a gift of God for sure! ...neat couplets!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem well written with wonderful excerpts of truth.