Its been awhile since I have written anything...be gentle Colours of the mid-day sun Golden sunbaked afternoon Sweet grass brushes naked feet The trees reach out for the daytime moon The poet sits dreaming Of honor, love, and peace Wondering can he change the world Can one heart make hatred cease? Sleeping eyes are opened By twilight's sweet embrace The poet realizes his dream Must be encoutered face to face Mother moon kissed Father sun At the break of day Then the poet firmly decided To give all he owned away All his friends, they jeered His sister laughed and made fun The poet, he just smiled He knew they'd never understand what he'd done On the streets of Boston And in the Public Gardens The poet sang his songs for all Even those who's hearts were hardened He sang of peace, honor, love, and truth Then a man came up to him ANd told him all talk and no work Clearly was a sin The willos rustled in the wind As they spoke under the bridge He assured the man world work was a good path But just clearly not his "There is just one thing That holds, regardless of what you do 'Seek ye first the Kingdom of God... And all these things shall be added unto you' " Off the poet skipped Totally blissful and free Sharing with many the dream he had Under earth's heaven-touched trees Mother moon smiled down As he sang his songs for all Riminding us to live with Divine Light in our hearts To finally answer peace's call
Glad to see you're writing again, I've missed your inspired verses! I loved the imagery, but to be honest the rhythm was a little off. Nevertheless, it was still a beautiful piece keep up the good work. Peace, Robert
wow... stunning poetry. the imagery used is excellent, and so is the general use of charects and personification. great stuff!
Thanks...I started off with a rhythm and then I was like, ugh...forget it. lol. I'm glad you liked it though!
