Torn brocades
Recalls the melancholy of thoughts
Of golden days with poet friends
Spend together in the blossom valley of poems
The peasant songs of love and betrayal
Were unfair to sing
And the loss and gains were frustrating
Tormenting too
The songs sung perhaps lessened hardships
But the pause between the words
And sighs between the lines
Were trashed none
The tugging sound of whip in the air
Defecated the bridled feelings
Of a poet in bud
Can see the future of dramatic poems
Perhaps it may be the last
but not least
To reveal a dream of acceptance
Ever than before.
The full love, (the one that fills you) you find only in poetry. The Poetry is the charm of your soul, when you are sure that you love and be loved in return. It's where you find comfort and trust. Is where you found love once and still search for that.
true poets have a bonding. there is an understanding of the minds. a good poem
creative minds gel.........but the quest to be accepted is paramount.............nice depiction of a poets yearns..........good.
Some friends are near, some far, so the poet friends are really far. One cannot expect to go to the party and drink with them arm in arm. Everybody has their own life to live and in this fast moving world there is no time to say hi over and over again, when they do not even know the other person. Personally I like to see the other person's picture to relate to them. If I do not have that, it is not easy.
Poetry is the balm of the soul. Good thought expressed in this poem.
To write poetry is to connect and feed our soul with all our innermost thoughts! Excellent write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is like a rare flower, you always feel lucky when you find one............. Bravo sir