Tuesday, January 19, 2016
To read a poem bares their soul,
O' love, o' hatred, o'death, o' thought,
It's within the words in which we are taught,
In these readings I become nigh owl.
So intense, so rich are such words.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh,
Sometimes I think, deeply in my gaff,
Never, do I think this absurd.
It is in with poems, verse and sonnet,
That we can see true beauty
That it then becomes duty
To relay these words. I'm on it!
Topic(s) of this poem: language,love,poems,poetry,words