How

by ThugPoet   Jan 29, 2007


Its in every heartbeat, breath, sunrise and sunset,
every tear, every drop of blood thats ever been shed,
every prayer made at the break of dawn as the world slept,
in the moon and the stars and what evers left.

How do you explain what you cant percieve,
excpet with a silence and loving embrace,
in the eyes of the one You'd give your life for,
its a feeling we all feel but a few chose to believe.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Bill Turner

    Another powerful poem. You have a strong voice and it shines through in all that you do. Amazing.

  • 17 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Nice, I think I could sense your words and their meaning. Keep up the prose and remember to be one with your poem. If it is real youll be able to feel it breath and its heart to beat. A poem is a fragment of time, a sliver of emotion trapped in our hearts and set free upon the page. Where it can finally sore and fly with other poems or cry and weep with other broken hearts. Poetry is nothing more than emotion set in motion. Poetry is seldom more than the small fossil that waits within the stone begging for someone to chip it free, and then to wonder how it came to be.

    Keep up your good works. May your poems be a great frame for your emotions. May there be peace and love in your life. And may the mark you make upon those hearts around you be filled with joyous fragments of your own heart.

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