He will go away! ! ! !
they say
with open palms
under the rocks
He will go away! ! ! !
They proclaim
swirling over themselves
chanting
with stretched fingers over his gold
lurking through the shadows
the indefatigable poet writes
~still~
your hands shooting words
going away
defenseless
All bullets used up ehhhh? I am sure you will find more, resourceful. your hands, shooting words, love it In fact words are the only thing that should be shot. Un abrazo, Sandra
Nah, the poet never goes away. With his words he forever stays. Locked into a pages of time. Forever changing minds with his lovely yet wicked rhymes. Some even lustfully delicious. He is the one and true poet. Good Poem.
the true wealth of a poet is in his poems. laying out every word as if it were his last. leaving nothing and gaining nothing but, cultivating the imaginations of those who dare to read. now that is the intangable gold.
Great poem We all feel this as if we can't help ourselves and we just have to write even if no one understands or reads it Thanks for sharing BB : O)
Shooting words great line...at least the words can be shot at wars animal cruelty and all the horrors of man...all poetry is not always fairy tales.its a voice...regards
on poet n poetry i hv written so many. but your contribution can not b denied. - your hands shooting words going away defenseless
A poetic phrase is the defence of an intellectual soul... I believe poetry is the third eye on life that we all posses, yet few choose to truly see... Nice poem, well written...
wow nice one poetheart keep the fire burning wise words....the poem is short but its worth and rich in text well done! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this is the work that i really love. especially the word, still has a different feeling well done