Freed Verses

by Beautiful Chaos   Nov 18, 2008


Pages floating,
Through the air,
Whispers of,
Our love affair.

A pretty page,
That taunts my mind,
To spill my thoughts,
The ones confined.

A brilliant white,
Which calls for ink,
That begs to taste,
Words I think.

A silent soul mate,
Secret friend,
These pages, me,
From start to end.

Freed upon,
This sunny day,
To float along,
Their merry way.

A prayer they find,
A soul who needs,
Some thoughtful words,
Inspired deeds.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Nee

    Hello Beautiful Chaos..
    This was such a brilliant piece you penned here !
    I absolutely admired the idea of it.

    A brilliant white,
    Which calls for ink,
    That begs to taste,
    Words I think.

    this stanza is beautifully written, my fave one, truly wonderful, I love it !!!

    The rhyme here flowed really perfectly, I think you have no flaws..I love how your flow is never off..you're a great poetess.
    I don't know what else to say..your about-life poems always astonish me.
    keep up the good work

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