it is yet night deep
I have to close my eyes now
For the next day's coffee
And a few spoons of dream
May be sweet or sour that happens to happen
By the rucks of joy or ricks of anger
till sun comes to its usual repose
the patterned by the light and shadow
as we do feel happiness and sorrow
across the life and death spatial
when day is not far off from the dark
clock still reads the carvings by the path
green meadow when mellowed
by its beauty green on the canvas
eyes when transfixed by the desire
passion yet half opened by the colors
night when breaths by deep wilderness,
hours when slowly melt
into the galore of tonight
heart when unconquered by the thirst
A beautiful poem.... my favourite time - late night and half-sleep images.... it is romantic and deep and your wordplay is excellent.
Yes, yet the night sleeps! Pl. go through my 'LET THE NIGHT SLEEP' in the PH, viewed from a different angle!
Dr. Kar, Filled with the passion of one who truly writes from the heart...it is so lovely! I danced in between the words...in toe shoes... Dorothy
Awed by the beauty of words- - -It is yet night deep I have to close my eyes now For the next day's coffee and a few spoons of dream
i like the way you make the words flow you drowsuch nice poem. nice poem
a spoon full of dreams i love that nice wording.. Nice verses... Krista
i`m a dark preson so to me your poem are to happy but this one is ok to me
I understand you may not be happy with my comments on ypour poetry, they are honest nonetheless. Feel free to criticise my work in response.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You asked me to comment on your poetry. I am sorry, but your lack of command of the English language and the disjointed feel to your writing makes this impossible for me to read. My apologies if this offends but I would rather be honest.