Words don’t come easy
Cherished love blossoming
And singing to the rhythm
Of the Queen Bee
In the solitude of misty morning
Sunshine is crisped and baking
Loafs of grandmother’s recipes
Beauty of the moon’s eclipsed
Was overshadowed by gravely
Crucifying of the Saint of the new world
The unforsaken nails will bleed you
To death
Words are exsanguinations
Words are sharp as the sword of Lucifer
Craving for anatomical slicing
Inches by inches
Until you giggle for mercy
Crying out loud you shouldn’t
Be born
Words are like fires
Travelled with the speed of the wind
Burning everything that crossed
Into its path
Only Tsunami could kill them
Words are rhyme of hearts
Cradled you like a crying baby
Sprinkled you with ashes of
Seven heavens
Melting your brains into disillusions
Murmuring into pond of Yellow Bulk Fresh Tulips
Fading away
And slipped into euthanasia
The end of premature love
When you wake up
Circled by good looking angels
really beautiful...this brings out the power of words...words are 'poets' weapon' (read my poem of the same name when you have time)
Words are the bricks and the poets are the builders.One of the good builders is you.Nice write.Thanks for sharing
'Words don’t come easy' a nice opener; you mastered the art of the word in this one; Bravo.
i like how you defined, the different variety of what words can be, so true.....
The wonderful wonder of words. Should be requered reading for all who employ words. Excellently expressed.10/10
words r like fires...wrds r like swrds.. I CANT FIND WRDS TO DEFINE HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THS POEM, , THS IS REALLY GREAT..THS IS RELI TRUE, , NAIZZZ
my friend i did not see the poem you mention but this poem says all,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
find no words to appreciate your work...you have played with words..enjoyed reading