Never can the flowery words
Of tenderness on paper,
Ever be pitched into shreds
By oblivion's eraser.
Never can the beaks of birds,
Life-sinister as ever
Peck down them to crumbs of breads-
For those words warm wax better.
Never can words wreck to sherds
By apathy's grave stunners,
But by their delight that spreads
To spray rings lush with wonders.
Never can bugs merged in herds
To gore them with their stingers
Ravaging in scathe that sheds-
For those words warm are winners.
this piece is great, well penned, lines at least runs smoothly, good flow. One of your critics pointed out the use of 'shred' meaning broken pieces of something, fragments whatever. To use 'shards' it didn't make any difference, these words are nouns not verbs.For me it depends to the author how he uses these words. We're not constructing perfect sentences on poetry. It depends on how the reader interpret the meaning of the piece created. For all you know poets are artists. It up to him how he carves his idea on a piece of wood or how he paints his masterpiece on a canvas. So.move on, mate.
A perfect verse certainly unerased in eternity of the poetic world. This is beauty, indeed. Thanks for sharing, Obinna. More than 10. Yelena M.
My dear friend, you are just great. Words are not sufficient to express how much I feel. YOu have written very beautifully...................You are simply surpassing excellence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
meaningful and emotion-laden a poetry...good writing