No knives nor bullets can stop the love within me. Deep down we all carry the seed, mortal blood from my wounds May seep, I am the courier of this beauty, my shell is a flesh we all bear, Icy fingers sleepy stare
We march through battle through blood and bone The flag we carry must be shown
Death for lines drawn on a globe NO!
Death for a deity we've never known NO!
Death for the music and the trees, for the flowers and the bees YES!
Dear god YES!
Though I have not known you, your purpose shines green and blue
Love I shall!
Love I breathe
Love i see
Some days I cannot see
The sculpture of hate is blocking me
Some weeks I cannot breathe
My own madness keeps choking me
Although my eyes and lungs deceive
Tis my heart that carries the seed
Tis my heart that carries the seed. Beautiful poetic expression of the Truth. I enjoyed every line of the poem. Please keep on enlightening with your poems. Thank you poet
An idealistic journey and love the poem expressing and likes.
Love is God.God is love.Love is beauty and love is breath.Hatred can not kill love.A lovely piece of poem.
If we do not have an ideal for which we could die for, it implies that we do not have an ideal to live for. A well articulated piece. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem. MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful expression. I feel as though they were my thoughts, but in a much more eloquent form.
Many thanks to you friend