Tag thoughtful poems
A Poet took his gilded pen
And wrote a line or two,
Then read aloud his magic words
To mould the world anew.
And wrote a line or two,
Then read aloud his magic words
To mould the world anew.
A Painter heard the Poet’s words,
Then took his golden brush,
To paint the world alive again,
Down to the river’s rush.
Years pass,
without fail,
no time to wonder
or unveil,
but as the future unfolds
without fail,
no time to wonder
or unveil,
but as the future unfolds
A “nobody” who writes for the voiceless
swims against the tides of fate,
clashes with uptight currents,
is buoyed by gentle waves
like a bolt into a dream made out of nothingness,
crowns of hope
along the touch of nature.No golden shoes enfold the feet.
They are bare and wounded.
swims against the tides of fate,
clashes with uptight currents,
is buoyed by gentle waves
like a bolt into a dream made out of nothingness,
crowns of hope
along the touch of nature.No golden shoes enfold the feet.
They are bare and wounded.
