Poem For The Heart Of Imamu Poem by stephanie mellisa kievaughan
Poem For The Heart Of Imamu
very dark.
very bright.
haunted soul.
haunted heart.
haunted mind.
familiar spirit.
return?
would you please?
to visit me.
in the misty dawn waxing bright,
or the waning twilight.
simmering down
to the black of night.
deliver unto me
my hearts content
my souls delight.
I only found
when you were nearer unto me,
or right beside.
your memory dwells
within the fibers of all that is me.
all of me
was half the sum of you.
ties that bind such as this.
tragedy, and fate
shall never undo
nor separate.
Nice one... good poem...10 None to second We shall move Hand in hand to prove Closeness as strong bond And stand as none to second
Beautifully done poem.Keep it up Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
thank you so much. i wanted to let you know i posted another poem hope to find you have read and reviewed it soon. again thank you.
I only found when you were nearer unto me, very thoughtful words................
wanted to thank you and inform you i have released another poem about my first kiss. on the school playground. i titled it Linen; Lace, and white jeans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Your memory dwells Within the fibers of all that is me All of me was the half the sum of you ties that bind such as this Tragedy, and fate Shall never undo nor separate- - -, - -The ideals, the spirit that bind the poet to the other great poet are so strong that the poet feels they will never weather.The poet is really inspired., Thanks for sharing this great write.
humbly bows in the general direction of your recognition of my poetic efforts. also know i have recently posted a new poem. i hope to find soon that you have read it slowly enough to really the chew the fat of it's content. i can not ask for more of my readers. when it is clear they have done far more than read my poem. when they have processed and felt it through