Clear your throat a bit poet
And sing your song a little bit louder
Here the soil is uneven
And wind blows in a curve.
Raise your voice a little bit, poet
And sing your songs in a higher pitch
Here streams are rusty
And rays fall in an unequal length
Milk of kindness here also flows
Like a river tears also shed
But they are conceived in mind
After looking the color of sorrow
Here all pain is not the same
All death s are not equally a loss
As if logic here has its own religion
And the flame of reason has its own race
Sing poet, sing a bit louder
And pitch up your tone
Here hate is bloomed like a flower
And like crops prejudices are grown.
Beautiful poem on Poet...Concluding lines beautiful.... Here hate is bloomed like a flower And like crops prejudices are grown. I loved reading each lines. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful poem on Poet...Concluding lines beautiful.... Here hate is bloomed like a flower And like crops prejudices are grown. I loved reading each lines. Thanks for sharing.
Nice write! I like it. It reminds me of my similar poems: Ink Is My Blood and I Am A Poet. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! Poetic Raiyn3 hours ago This is very interesting, words flow nicely a great free verse choice! Love it Comment 0 Amazing Molly Charles3 hours ago I really love the imagery your poem provides. It is absolutely beautiful. Your poem reminds me of the poet Maya Angelou. I love it!