Don't try to carve your name on waves of sea
Because you precious time will go in vain
Do not assume that waves in place will be
Look for immortal stone that have no stain
To carve your name and show your precious slog
That is the Blooming toil with fruits to gain
You must be wise or you'll be lost in smog
Our God has showed which is the wrong and right
No wave can crush a stone enclosed with bog
To carve the hardest stone you need great might
You must be patient if for God you yearn
That's why on scenic sculptures they spot light
Then since you run for nearest profit earn
Don't ask yourself why did you lose your turn
28 July,2010
form: terza rima sonnet.'iambic pentameter'.
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very precious poem with a great lesson behind.whatever you achieve / wherever you did it / whatever your excuses are / there is only one thing to make of great benefit./ that, if you are interested to find, you probably, if lucky, find in the last two couplets. thanks omar for the kind invitation.
I'm glad that we as human beings can capture the art of the world around us, and forever be preserved in history. You are an inspiring write Omar. Thanks again, Marina.
Excellent write and well expressed poem. The title is perfect. Enjoyed reading it Thanks for sharing with me
The perfect name for the perfect poem. Indeed one of the best poems i have read! I definitely rate it a 10!
An interesting attempt at the set form and a reminder just how difficult it can be to both rhyme and make sense. The line 'No wave can crush a stone enclosed with bog.' is most interesting, as it seems to be saying, to paraphrase, carve your name on a stone, encase it in mucky ground and no wave will break it. A stone 'that have no stain' would soon pick a few up from a bog!
A mature poem. Great imagery wth deep content.Well done! ; D
Nicely written poem. Keep writing and sharing. As a young lad what do you think of my poems.?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully meaningful poem. Like a poem written by a forty-year-old who has been writing since he was twelve. Continue, Omar!