Music through deaf ears
Light in the eyes of the blind
This is how my heart vibrates for life
The enjoyment of pain and cry
I am content with the way I am
Because at heart, poetry is pumped through my veins
At heart, I'm a poet, a man of words and thoughts
A man of imaginative fantasies desperate to be written
Poetry written on the bodies of philosophy
Write a poem as artistic and passionate
As painful and beautiful like the meticulous and heroic accomplishments of daily life
Poetry is the music to my life; just like music to Beethoven’s ears is poetry to my desperate and hidden soul.
Good poem!
I understand what you mean. Poetry is a great outlet and escape from daily cares. When you write your thoughts, you feel release, you take comfort from your written words, and you learn meaningful experiences in writing poetry.
I like this one. Almost described me in one of my musive states. Thanks for writing this.
Shye
“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
~ Rumi