In God's Volume Of Poetry Poem by Uriah Hamilton
In God's Volume Of Poetry
The moonlight words
And the Sunday prayers,
The bike rides
Among autumn leaves,
The winter kisses
Beneath warm blankets,
Holding your hand
In a hospital room,
Crying all night beside you;
All of this and more,
Forever record my love for you
And it is written in God’s volume of poetry.
Nice work, buddy. And I agree with Sherrie; dont compare yourself with other poets. Everyone has different styles for whatever reasons. Actually that'd be a good topic to investigate...why poets choose certain styles to write in as opposed to other styles or forms. Wait, did I say I agree with Sherrie? Uh oh..you better stay indoors for a few days, Uriah. Theres obviously a freak hailstorm coming your way. :) Keep up the good work, my friend.
This is beautiful. I really like 'moonlight words.' This little gem is surely one of your best and touched my heart. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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this simple poem conjures images of sunlight and sadness. well done, my friend! Jake