I Speak Not #153 In Top 500 Poems On 15th July 2021

I speak not As I feel Speaking is not essential Silence speaks for itself Even eyes speak Speak thousand words my quivering lips Unsaid words travel million miles Sun speaks Moon speaks Speaks the thunderstorm

Dear Reader

Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you have not closed the book, and now I am summoning you up again, attentive ghost, dark silent figure standing in the doorway of these words.

A Few Words

A few words Could bring more than a sound Touch the ears turn wry to golden smile or sharper than a glass to cut into pieces Misunderstanding, Winding up a road between us Separating emotions out of mind from the case Would be wrong to let ego reign the grace How ignorant sometimes heart could be?

If I Could Write Words

If I could write words Like leaves on an autumn forest floor, What a bonfire my letters would make. If I could speak words of water, You would drown when I said 'I love you.'

Romance

To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and quivering your name, And drink the passion burning in your frame; To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek, And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,

A Nation Of Cowards

(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters) Powerful words, Truthful words, Honest words, Brave words; This is exactly what the Doctor orders, For a nation, who's trying to fight the horrors Of blatant racism, Unfairness, injustice,

Words

All round me are words, and words and words, They grow on me like leaves, they never Seem to stop their slow growing From within... But I tell my self, words Are a nuisance, beware of them, they Can be so many things, a Chasm where running feet must pause, to Look, a sea with paralyzing waves, A blast of burning air or, A knife most willing to cut your best

A Simple Journey

oh how sweet are the words from your lips the words full of hope and promises oh how sweet to hear those whispers whispers with jokes and naughty phrase... am i still the apple of your eyes? the princess of your life? am i still the goddess of love? the only woman who owns your heart? ..

Far-Far-Away

(For Music) What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue, Far-far-away? What sound was dearest in his native dells? The mellow lin-lan-lone of evening bells Far-far-away.

Songs

I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words'. I said; 'There are No words'.

Where My Books Go

All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring, And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darken’d or starry bright.

Anniversary

So the light falls, and so it fell on branched leaved with flocking birds. Loght stole a citys weight to swell the coloured lofe of stone. Your words hung weightless in my ear: Remember me. All words except those words were drowned in the fresh babbling rush of spring. In summer's dream-filled light one sound echoed through all the whispering

~ Poetry Is Not Chase Game ~

~ POETRY IS NOT CHASE GAME ~ Ms. Nivedita. UK Puny Pawn Blink and frown. Kinetic Knight moves angular Words appear hazy blur. Rock Rook has linear move

Psalm Three

On the day when my words were earth... I was a friend to stalks of wheat. On the day when my words were wrath I was a friend to chains. On the day when my words were stones I was a friend to streams.

What Would I Give

What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do! Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all. What would I give for words, if only words would come! But now in its misery my spirit has fallen dumb. O merry friends, go your own way, I have never a word to say. What would I give for tears! Not smiles but scalding tears, To wash the black mark clean, and to thaw the frost of years,

The Gardener Xxvii: Trust Love

'Trust love even if it brings sorrow. Do not close up your heart.' 'Ah no, my friend, your words are dark, I cannot understand them.' 'Pleasure is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.' 'Ah no, my friend, your words are dark, I cannot understand them.'

Battle

The war of words is done; The red-lipped cannon speak; The battle has begun. The web your speeches spun Tears and blood shall streak; The war of words is done. Smoke enshrouds the sun; Earth staggers at the shriek

Simple And Noble Words

Simple and noble words of laughing And that laugh in working, Simple and noble words of loving And that love in working, Make things beautifully presenting And properly doing, As flowers blooming in garden or wild Spread fragrance all around, If simple and noble words bloom flower Flower garden will be everywhere.

The Silent Lover I

PASSIONS are liken'd best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb; So, when affection yields discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come. They that are rich in words, in words discover That they are poor in that which makes a lover.

Sea-Woman Awake On A Sleeping Shore

Her eyes Are deeper than eyes Her dreams Are deeper than dreams Her thoughts Are deeper than thoughts Her words Are deeper than words Her poems Are deeper than poems.