Niealie Petit

He - Poem by Niealie Petit

His presence haunts my soul,
like the quiet that consumes a deaf man's ears
or the warmth that blankets a long summer's night.

His voice; a mellifluous, melodious, melody of sound
that reverberates in my ears.

Does he know his perfection? Does he even notice it-hanging
about him like a ripened apple just waiting to be plucked.

He is everything extraordinary about man.
He is brilliance personified.

Does he know his beauty? Does he even recognize it-striking
like a bed of dandelions dancing in the spring, just dying to be seen.

He is an intricately woven human tapestry.
He is both art & life.

But, to me, he is simply he.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and art

Comments about He by Niealie Petit

  • Khairul Ahsan (10/13/2015 5:24:00 AM)

    Read this wonderful poem. So much of love and respect for 'him'!
    'He is an intricately woven human tapestry.
    He is both art & life.' - What could be more appreciative of a man's qualities, as seen by a woman? Marvelous!
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  • Kelly Kurt (3/26/2015 9:41:00 PM)

    A lovely piece of poetry. Thank you for sharing IT. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 26, 2015

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