I am a lonely poet who quietly sits,
To pen my verses with sunlit ink,
With memories coloured by its
golden sheen,
Of days gone by with coloured dreams!
Churning out words of hope, love and
liberty,
Which shall some day set my soul free!
While my verses will glow in its final
burst,
Like some exhausted and dying star,
Wth its last burst of radiant flame,
Glowing like the supernova from the depths
of steller space,
Telling all, I had been, I was!
Yes your poem tells us you are, and reminds the reader as well. Fine poets such as you remind us of worth in the world around us.
writing poetry is like catharsis. we pour out all our hopes, dreams, fears.nice poem.
To pen my verses with sunlit ink and... a flash of a supernauva... only a true poet can wrtie this... not a dying star... a very fine write and I find it very interesting.. absolute poetic thought 10+ Rema
smooth flowing verses engulfing my hungry mind a symphony of magical rhyme deep bursting like popcorns thanks
And so you should, pass on your much learned wisdom. For both enjoyment and enlightenment. Bob
Sparkling thoughts Bundles with your intelligence Kept for all of us to glance and feel The radiance quite clear Hitting and right angle. Nice one.
a mystical element all through glowing through these sunlit verses all readers it simply amazes
Such amalgamation of knowledge about Physics and the Psyche, fused into psychedelic parlance! Ethereal!
You speak of setting the soul free and the last verses remind how we are all born from a supernova; 'Glowing like the supernova from the depths of steller space, Telling all, I had been, I was! ' Our bodies elements present in the supernova which contained all we were. Very mystical verse from the lonely poet, I enjoyed very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely spelt out................................