Words Poems
Only Word's
by Otteri Selvakumar
You love
Only your word's
I love only
My word's
Love is nag out
Only for words
And word's
Only you
And me
Wings of words
by Robert Rittel
Soaring above the troubled waters of braking,
become the song in courage taken.
Whispers of hope turn to the cry of revelation,
sensing the purpose driven legacy to pure sensation.
The fear of ridicule or embarrassment in effect,
when the shallow ideal is in the self-image detect.
Take your wings of courage to action,
acknowledge the word in self of truth to attraction.
Legacies of antiquity are the memories of invisible wings,
more then any words become the treasure of things.
......
He ate and drank the precious Words
by Emily Dickinson
He ate and drank the precious Words -
His Spirit grew robust -
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust -
He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book - What Liberty
A loosened spirit brings -
Words as a Weapon
by Estelle Jackson
The biggest fallacy of childhood:
"Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me."
How did it start?
Perhaps in a vain attempt
To build resilience.
Yet all of us have been wounded
By a careless remark,
Some needless invective,
An incisive insult
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Words, Wide Night
by Carol Ann Duffy
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
......
Words as a Weapon
by Estelle Jackson
The biggest fallacy of childhood:
"Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me."
How did it start?
Perhaps in a vain attempt
To build resilience.
Yet all of us have been wounded
By a careless remark,
Some needless invective,
An incisive insult
......
Rendered Speechless-Literally
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
People often say I talk a lot, but I hardly think that is true,
Like the whispers about the bluebird, of which he never knew.
Talking helps a lot with my job, which is in public relations,
As modern artists' imaginations, help to create new sensations!
At last I was on vacation though, relishing in blooming pathways,
As I followed the sun, not looking back, on the endless highways.
The scenic route is always best, when you have plenty of time;
......
Only Word's
by Otteri Selvakumar
You love
Only your word's
I love only
My word's
Love is nag out
Only for words
And word's
Only you
And me
My Memory
by Camron Thompson
Sun shining through the heavens to us
Feet stood on the ground, I am one with all
The people I experience and tell many stories of
Through the thunder and clear skies we remember
As the world keeps on spinning, will we?
Temporary I remain in anyone’s relevance
Not forever, nor will I ever again claim
Smile and love what we go through as it occurs
Cry our tears when we may never live again
Breathe and cherish every lasting moment we have
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Beautiful
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
in my blooming past
grandma was a beautician
who valued my words
