So many words
So much to read
Poems, stories, dramas,
Articles, essays, treatise.
A reader reads them
Reading makes him fervent
Comprehensive brain bristles
Momentous thoughts enthused.
He pens them down
Get added to the knack
All poets should gloom
On this reader’s doom.
Poetry now is orphaned
Leaked from the poet’s pen
Impatiently awaits
A reader’s glance.
Poetry now is orphaned Leaked from the poet’s pen Impatiently awaits A reader’s glance Beautiful lines. Point well expressed. True - when a poem leaves the preccincts of a poet's mind, it is open to interpretation that is if it is ever privileged to be read. I'd like to quote a few lines by Kahlil Gibran Thought is like a bird of space When in a cage of words It may indeed unfold its wings But cannot fly I am not quite sure if I have it spot on. Take care
Very nice, i enjoyed this as it is so true, as we write from our hearts, minds, and experiences we penned them accordingly and we then at that moment only give birth to a new beginning...... Bonnie
This poem is so good as it's very different from the rest and talks about words which are unique as replaced they can't be. All these things are reflected in this poem of yours.
'Poetry now is orphaned Leaked from the poet’s pen Impatiently awaits A reader’s glance.' Love these lines too. Your poem deserves more than a glance, though. Very skilfully constructed. F
it is not so easy to loose one's tale at the nymph stage I am afraid... alas... I shall keep puddling along.. one Peace at a Time.. aroha
you are write poetry has few takers, but i think we at ph have become avid readers of fellow poets. i for one really feel stimulated by all the good works and feedback.
I have found that poets of the world are brothers and sisters. They are not separated by age, distance or time. A fellowship of care and understanding abounds as it links. Knowing that the words that are penned reach appreciative eye...make the rhyme complete.
So many poems....so little time....is the way I feel sometimes....I wish I could read them all...for every word is like a child born onto the page....let free....let go...and can't be taken back....but they can grow nurture and inspire...so we must let them go...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.” So says... John Keats. So lets strike with strong Jingles.