>≫≫Gift Of Words Poem by Abdul Wahab

>≫≫Gift Of Words

Rating: 4.1


Sun rays play with shadows
Words play like the sun
At will, they come into light
And play with my all emotions
They leave for me a gift of monologue which
Like a shadow goes after me.

Everywhere I carry them, too
As they ride on the back of my mind
And sing songs with a flute.
Without sound they chime a bell
Even they go behind the cloud.

Quickly they return back
When I am at rest
And start a conversation with me
In voice low clinging upon my heart.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Wahab Abdul 18 July 2013

another comment on poetry.com on this poem Beautiful Fantastic Amazing Mrs Jennie Louise Webster10 minutes ago I love it it's fantastic the words are beautiful written and it has touched my heart Comment

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Wahab Abdul 18 July 2013

one more comment on this poem on poetry.com Truly excellent! Caleb Smith2 hours ago As good as ever, Abdul.

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Wahab Abdul 18 July 2013

these comments were put on this poem on poetry.com Post Work it OUT Please.... I see you have something important to say Seeswell Sometimes7 minutes ago If I read this sotto voce it will sound like you mean for it to sound.... am I correct. It requires enunciation and perfect delivery orally. Very clever you are indeed. Comment +1 Rays of light Francisco J Vera8 minutes ago You should always respect the heart because games with the heart then you might be truly happy. Always respect the woman heart, mind body and spirit. Comment +1 Beautiful Fantastic Amazing Mrs Jennie Louise Webster10 minutes ago I love it it's fantastic the words are beautiful written and it has touched my heart Comment +1 this is a good poem others should read it shareese wynn10 minutes ago this is short and good Comment +1 soliloquy KR BALAKRISHNAN10 minutes ago very good feeling; the real feeling of a poet. Comment +1 Nice Yvonne Gomez2 minutes ago Takes you to the clouds

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Heather Wilkins 21 July 2013

our shadow a constant companion. always walking with us. a good read

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Shahzia Batool 16 December 2013

This reminds me of a little but significant write by Emily Dickinson: A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day... a good idea on the conversation that words do with us, and with the help of which we communicate with the world! ! !

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Bri Edwards 23 November 2013

i might be hard pressed to explain ALL of this to someone else....or even myself...but i follow enough of it well enough. and there is some exotic? quality of the poem which draws me in. i enjoyed it and sent it to MyPoemList. i especially enjoyed these five lines: They leave for me a gift of monologue which Like a shadow goes after me. Everywhere I carry them, too As they ride on the back of my mind And sing songs with a flute. thanks for sharing, abdul [or is it wahab? ; the order in which your names are given is different in different places]. :) bri

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Wahab Abdul 22 November 2013

A beautiful description of the complexity of language. Sean Spencer127 days ago Who doesn't remember English class? Learning about long-dead authors, reading dull novels, griping about the essays we had to write on stories we didn't understand? It's easy to see language arts as something ridiculous, something easy. How hard could it be to rhyme words? As this poem demonstrates, though, a love of language stems from more than stanzas and rhyme schemes. It's the subtle warmth in the knowledge of the fact that we can command and empathize with the emotions of others with the right combination of phrases that, as the poem says, Cling(s) to the heart, and Stick(s) to the mind. It's the ability to truly and freely express ourselves, whether our emotions play like the sun or go hiding/Behind the cloud, that finds a home within us.

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Ramesh Rai 03 August 2013

beautiful write.beautiful imagination. outstanding composition.

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Siyabonga A Nxumalo 29 July 2013

Oh! man, this poem is fantastic man. Siya_! !

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