Written 9/11/04
A Poem i wrote a while ago this was published and printed by 2 Poetry Organizations and I also recieved the Editor's Choice Award for it. I hope you enjoy it.
The Song of Love
Love is a song that floats in the breeze,
With a gentle touch of melody.
Softly singing in all our ears,
A song of beauty for all to hear.
Always playing its hypnotic tune,
For wandering minds, soon to bloom.
Many listen to its steady beat,
And come across that movement to soon.
They say they are one with each other,
And that there could be no other tune.
But only a tease, in this work of art,
And things for them soon fall apart.
“Never again” they say after that,
But they only had a taste of this act.
For another time the movement will come,
And true love will be found one day.
And the song will play,
From one day to the next,
Until the soul is far away.
And that point of the song
Is Finé…
~Tommie Smith 9/11/04
A Poem i wrote a while ago this was published and printed by 2 Poetry Organizations and I also recieved the Editor's Choice Award for it. I hope you enjoy it.
The Song of Love
Love is a song that floats in the breeze,
With a gentle touch of melody.
Softly singing in all our ears,
A song of beauty for all to hear.
Always playing its hypnotic tune,
For wandering minds, soon to bloom.
Many listen to its steady beat,
And come across that movement to soon.
They say they are one with each other,
And that there could be no other tune.
But only a tease, in this work of art,
And things for them soon fall apart.
“Never again” they say after that,
But they only had a taste of this act.
For another time the movement will come,
And true love will be found one day.
And the song will play,
From one day to the next,
Until the soul is far away.
And that point of the song
Is Finé…
~Tommie Smith 9/11/04
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 1.3 kB
FA+

Comments