Hey guys, from now on my profile pic will relate to my latest poem so i will keep changing the pic everytime.)
On having seen these birds i tried to give imagination some flight) .
As black as my birdlover poet's pen ink
Coal black as any poet's ink, hue upon hue
a rook and a raven flew flew flew
as the wind it breezily blew blew blew
And blustery became the view, view, view
An albatross then gracefully took to the air
and for hours it seemed to linger there
O' birds of flight your secrets tell
and if you know which of us
had end up in heaven or hell?
For isn't all is well that ends well.
Lets pray there ain't hell's murk
but Eden's light
at the end of the tunnel!
nice imagination and creativity in this poem, , ,
Love this poem the repetition serves as time then it echoes... its paradoxically speaks of death but it has life it has a tone a rhythm a joy and some hope beautifully written keep writing :)
beautiful, deep, a joy to read
A superb allegory.Loved.............
O ' birds of flight your secrets tell and if you know which of us had end up in heaven or? For isn't all is well that ends well. Lets pray there ain't 's murk but Eden's light at the end of the tunnel! ......touching expression with impressive theme. Beautiful poem. Thanks for shairing.
Very interesting.... we are bird lovers.
Aw this was delightful, the words just flow with great abandon like a summers day passing with youths submarine, beautiful imagination, thank you for sharing, this is a fav
I like your style - relaxed and fresh.
You worked on rhyme most i think, and i guess u did it well.. :) and the meaning is awesome also_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
i love the imagination, it's speak a lot and yes, it's a great poem