wabi sabi

Rookie - 294 Points (1973/07/13 / tokyo)

Thoughts On A Clear Day - Poem by wabi sabi

I don't want to see myself forever
it must be dull, I feel too rich to live
I always think of why I was born
standing on the shore
looking far

I don't know if I am capable of loving others
I feel it too strict
I always have wanted to be an animal
and searching meals

I hate to meet people who are judgemental
they become like that
because they must be afraid of changes
even though they make shadows that bother somebody else

Comments about Thoughts On A Clear Day by wabi sabi

  • Gajanan Mishra (5/23/2012 11:28:00 PM)

    Fine poem. I love it. Congratulation.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
    Gajanan Mishra
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  • Zoya Khalid (5/23/2012 2:45:00 AM)

    Great poetry and a beautiful way of thinking.I always have wanted to be an animal fighting getting and searching meals this is the most appealing line. the idea of free thinking and following basic human instincts......10 :) (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (5/16/2012 6:59:00 AM)

    Elena is right you are like lovely person my friend, because u lend all good words on every of us here...this mean you are able to care all and anything. It must be a bad day for you when you lost in swamp of fearfulness....Everybody has something to scare or scared, it is a challenge that we cant avoid in this living....and emotion always play in every stage in life..and it could be good or just rough...but living this life cant rid away feeling..it's part of being alive...feel good or bad. Must be not good day for you to think about this day by day...but you got the wise mind, i am sure u can pass the obstacle if u want to. Just be happy and do whatever you like without let others interfering your calm mind sabee_Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (5/15/2012 2:04:00 AM)

    I read enough of you to feel you are capable of love. A heart without lots of love maybe could not have such a honest voice... you are a poet, and I think that is what poets do, they love with their words, open their chests and let the world come in, taking the risk of being hit, vulnerable, many of them become the meet. I am what you hate (even if to judge I try hard not) , still I can not feel your hate. You are not the hater not the predator [ sic], how can I be sure? Could I trust my nose? not all the time, lol. Wonderful write, as always a great inspire. Love your poems thank you for share. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012

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