No words are spoke without a face,
no colors can be seen.
No sound is heard,
no scent is smelled.
No tears to cry,
no screams.
No music played,
no photographs.
No paintings to hang,
no walls.
Without a face there is no ring,
there is no face to call.
No ugly seen or beauty queen,
no such thing as old.
No meals to eat or mouths to feed,
no taste of hot or cold.
No books to read,
no planting seeds.
The rose is just a flower.
No air to breath or stars to see,
no place to be on hour.
Not one thing would have a name,
no candy sweet or sour.
You cant get lost or cant be found,
you cannot make a single sound.
No favorite hues for you to view,
without a face there is no you.
No starting gun,
no finish line.
No crowds to cheer,
no race.
Everything is where it is,
forever in its place.
Change cannot be seen at all,
not without a face.
I like it, theres deffinietly a point here what would we be without a face, great poem
Hmmm...I don't think I ever pondered this notion before...but these words are true. Hugs, dee
deep, dark and beautiful...I always look for you...lucky I have a face.
This is very meaningful and deep but also a little dark it made me stop and think Good stuff Thanks Nik
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything is where it is, forever in its place. Change cannot be seen at all, not without a face. this is very interesting... and different... true too. an enjoyable read. but your right... heck your almost always right... we would be nothing without a face.good job. PYT