Sometimes our words dance
in a rhythmic motion
sometimes bleed like a bullet-riddled body
we are the poets
whose bruised souls
long to touch the sky
on the fickle flight of imagination
who walk on the wind
that blows away dreams
wandering feet on desert sand
the marks we leave behind.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
We poets can create umpteen feelings in our readers.....! Yes, sometimes our words dance..... sometimes they bleed! How aptly you have put the volatile mood and emotions of a poet! Much said in a few lines!
Definitely yes. Only poets are capable of bathing in moon light, roaming in starry garden, enjoy swinging in a sling on a rainbow and so forth. Who else? Nice write. Thanks for sharing.
In a few short lines you take us poets home to our deepest voice.Inspiring, concise, a wonderful piece Nosheen 10+++++ Thank you
Verily, imagination is the greatest attribute of a poet
Those winds that blow away our dreams may also erase our footprints in the sand. Your poem does not ignore the frequent indifference of the world to our presence and our efforts to assert that presence. This both a sobering poem and an inspiring poem. You look without flinching at the sad truths of life but the measured rhythm of the poem never falters. It resolutely presses on to give voice to our destiny: we endure, we raise our eyes upward to see the glory of the world, we make our poems dance to prove our joy never dies. The inspiration you convey to us readers is based on a realistic view of life, no false promises clutter your speech and that honesty makes the inspiration true and sweet. I love this poem, Nosheen! It can be our anthem here at Poemhunter.
A great poem with wandering feet on the sand of time. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Long to touch the Sky! ! Nice piece of work.