I can now see
the depths of wounds
but
overcome will ye
you are a poet
LOVE
IS JUST A COMMA......
for Romantic poets
ever who found no love when alive
then they died after a while
Born were millions
like bees in a bee hive
the Queen wandering in the loneliness
Where gone has he
the wilderness says
come into my folds
why bear so much misery untold
within my form fold
I alone for times to come hold
now your love unfold
So may poets came alive
after their demise
they live still in human hearts
of those born
and
those who will
You be likewise
a poet still
wipe your eyes
time does never kill
it has its own Will....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" Overcome will ye" ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.