I can't stop
The sunlight
Peeping through the window
Of my bedside.
I can't stop
The rain
When it starts
To drain all my pain.
I can't stop
The tears
Of someone
Shivering with fears.
I can't stop
The amusing style
Of children
When they give smiles.
I can't stop
The dried leaves
Falling from the trees.
I can't stop
The brightness of
Moonlight
In lonely nights.
I can't stop
The sights
Waving in my eyes.
I can't stop
Myself
When it comes to write a poem.
4/8/2009
Don't stop writing poetry, everything changes given time except our ability to be creative, you do it so beautifully so please don't stop.
Yes, One can't stop and as a matter of fact can't start writing as well It comes by itself Beautiful flow 10
Very nicely written. I hope you will not stop writing poems for the rest of your life. Take care. Kind regrads, Sandra
simple ideas put in a beautiful string of words...liked it great job...keep penning
'I can't stop Myself When it comes to write a poem.' A lovely poem that flows like a cool river. And finally you have concluded nicely. 10+++
yeah very true... the things related to nature can't be stop or changed... but being a poet when you see, you feel and bring into vreses as you said..wonderful poem and enjoyed a lot... hope you never stop writing... I am a peace wisher poet with 6 books published and soon the 7th one on my thoughts will be published in Canada by my poetry friends... any way this poem got 10 +++ points
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is death........ that can stop all this! ! ! ! ! ! ! when we are alive! ! ! ! ! we can't stop soft and clear and poetic flow too superb! !