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I Stand
I stand at the commencement of an unlit tunnel
You show the light
and
only then my blinding eyes can see
a person like you
in the far distance .
amazing how you unveil me
with the gentility of a soul
we two depict
as a feeling that one may beget
of being whole
no one will credit me
and
as you say you,
for our visionary poetry
and
Nobels are never given posthumously
so we both stand
at the two ends of the darkened tunnel,
you shine your torch at me
as I reflect
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Comments
Esker
Wed, 2012-02-29 07:22
I like poetry very much that stresses
a passion in a more reaching envelope of meaning
A lot of the poet geniuses felt their works were never
understood
And this is understandable because it takes a certian
experience and discipline of soul and mind to appreciate
great poetry like this
thankfully I am self taught and spent much time reading
not only poetry but the auto biographies and biographies
of poets and writers
and unlike many I do not throw stones at glass houses
for I understand the architecture of the human heart
and the many loves of the finer creations of the arts
On this sunny chilly morning
I apprecaite this poem and
hear its voice Loved
Thank You!
loved
Wed, 2012-02-29 08:25
So do I as your voice reverberates
So do I
as your voice reverberates
across the continents
On this not so sunny
but chilly enough noon
I appreciate this poemic comment too,
and
hear your voice
Dear Esker...
loved
Esker
Wed, 2012-02-29 11:01
Our Voices
many want to stifle works
expression
throughout history
and of the rebels who broke
through their fear
and rejection??
breaking the rules
and creating new elevations
and space of freedom to express
for others?
they were true poets
unafraid to follow in the gelitanous
mass of the moulds
and I am glad we are writing as we
are now
Our Freesite here to be have freedom
I greatly love the way you express yourself
and the varied works you create
a joy to read poetry for what it is
Thank You!
loved
Wed, 2012-02-29 11:23
You well my dry eyes
'''I greatly love the way you express yourself
and
the varied works you create
a joy to read poetry
for what it is.................
Let me be the harbinger of a new era,
where there shall be no place
for old fashioned critiques
who upon your shoulders,
lay a sword
and
slice the manner of creativity.
had Shakespeare been a victim
of today’s computer net world,
there would have never been
another Bard and that's
what Ian has named me.
upon my soul I pray,
read me my way,
no two poems should be a like
then only have your say,
what of creativity poetry
has its mainstay
not many read,
yet some copy my works
and display...
I am the forerunner of a newer age,
follow me from today
or else boycott me as usual
in your own inimical way.
loved
Al-Kanya
Wed, 2012-02-29 17:18
The poem is
The poem is
loved
Wed, 2012-02-29 21:07
is the poem
incomplete
or what do say
have your right of way
upon my heart never weigh
if its no poetry at all
openly do slay
loved
loved
Wed, 2012-02-29 21:10
incomplete
poetry is ???????
loved
Esker
Wed, 2012-02-29 21:24
Love is incomplete
like a tunnel
a passage
I remember looking back
silhouettes of loves
bid farewell
and the new muses
like sunshine through
falling snow
misted passion
cloaked in her lace
loved
Wed, 2012-02-29 22:20
beautiful
Beautiful\
exoticity at its best
the lace
of the silhouette
shows out your loving grace
retain your race.....
and in the .Times magazines
find a place
then let me also my foot prints trace...
loved
loved
Wed, 2012-02-29 22:22
100percent read
Beautiful\
Exoticity at its best
the lace
of the silhouette
shows out your loving grace
retain your race.....
and in the .Times magazines
find a place
then let me also my foot prints trace...
loved
loved
Fri, 2012-08-31 13:28
how poetry gets shelved upon souls of those who crush and then
How poetry gets shelved
upon souls of those
who crush and then
preserve under snow,
for years hence
when global warming needs
poets like you and me...
read this someone please
two poets interlocking
their originality of creativity
dauntless may be.
loved