The tide roars high.......breaking mast like the fury of the storm.
It crashes on the bank....as I try to glimpse its secrets.
The depth behind those chilly waters, the mystery beneath the surface.....
as it tries to hide all that is within.....
And when I look in wonder at the unknown facing me.....
I sight a bit of myself....looking right back at me......
Those waters splashing with glee, yet holding back thoughts bare and pure..
portraying a wild and troubled side, amidst an aura of calm and dignity.
As the ocean takes back its hands and recedes back into shadow.....
I feel the quite submission.......learnt through decades....
Contented I walk away...finally understanding the oceans' draw.
Coz it enchantingly displays the turbulence......
of souls young and raw.
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Poems and blogs rule today, I guess. Everybody is writing poems, and here is a great example. This is a wonderful poem and lots more are to come from where this has originated. Waiting for next one!!
Shez one heckuva writer eva since childhood....
n im nt surprised....by this gr8 poem shez written......
keep it up......u r skilled at writing.......n i hope dat u neva loose touch on it....
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
ah...our poems compliment each other
its a really good poem though...especially the last bit of rhyming
but the 'quiet/te' word in the context you probably mean is spelt "quiet"(you did not seriously that i would leave without a wee bit of good old criticism, did you?)
Nice poem. But why does everybody write poems nowadays ?! Writing is the way to go! :D anyway kimi,again, nice poem. And try reading my blog.
http://thesongremainsthesame.wordpress.com/
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