Too Deep To Impart Poem by Besma Dziri
Too Deep To Impart
The ink of my quill
The sigh I spill
The feel of my thrill
The blank I fill.
A poem in my heart
Too deep to impart.
The memories to peel
The dormant to spiel
The pain to heal
The wound to seal.
A dream into my soul
Too wild to control.
A rhapsody that revives
A flame that ignites
A muse that writes
A word that smites.
A tune in my chords
Too magical to record.
A poem in my heart
Creeping into art
Struck by a sweet dart
Too deep to impart.
A warmth in my core
Too euphoric to store.
April 8th,2019
The ink of my quill The sigh I spill The feel of my thrill The blank I fill. A poem in my heart Too deep to impart. Wonderful expressions. this portrays the struggle of a poetess and a poet. we all experience this everyday. thank u dear poetess. tony
Thank you so much for so much appreciated visit and comment. My pleasure. Best regards.
The memories to peel The dormant to spiel The pain to heal The wound to seal. A dream into my soul Too wild to control. beautiful poem, fine rhyming. fine graphic. very fine. thank u dear poet. tony
Thank you so much for such beautiful comment! Deeply humbled.. My pleasure..Best regards.
A good start with a nice poem, Besma Riabi Dziri. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Pleased to read such kind words, Jazib.. thank you so much.. Looking forward to reading your poetry..
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 12:36:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poignant bit of verse nicely crafted with artistic brilliance. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing, Besma.