The Inadequacy of Words

THE INADEQUACY OF WORDS
By PoeticMeditations

If I had the skill of an artist,
I would paint your visage every day
Photograph your lovely image
Sculpt your exquisite form in clay.

Alas, I am only a poet
Who must use these ordinary words
Describe your eyes with similes
Your eloquence with metaphors.

Their inadequacy is revealed –
Next to your radiance they grow pale
In capturing your loveliness,
I find mere words will always fail.

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Mortality

MORTALITY
By PoeticMeditations

The steady ticking of the clock
Cadence of a relentless march
Each fleeting moment rushes by
Man’s arrogance does it mock.

Phases of the Moon wax and wane
Seasons pass in ordered sequence
The years slip by without a sound
Man’s achievements – all in vain.

Endless cycles of birth and death
The ocean’s ceaseless ebb and flow
The Sun will rise before it sets
Man’s life is but a mere breath.

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Alchemy

ALCHEMY
By PoeticMeditations

Is it possible for love to change to hate,
So that what once was dearly loved now is loathed?
A question for philosophical debate.
To be in love – what dark future does it bode

When what the heart so adored can now disdain?
As if all had been a grand delusion
Leaving a bitter aftertaste to remain
After awakening from love’s illusion.

If so, can hate be changed into love so sweet?
Then let this hateful heart into love amend
Lead into gold – an alcheminical feat
Transform this scornful heart – let it love again.

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A Poet of No Renown

A POET OF NO RENOWN
By PoeticMeditations

I am a poet of  no renown
A mere potter of common words
Deep in love with their taste and sound
The sweet harmony of their chords.

Not fleeting fame is what I seek
My name obscure forever be
I climb not high to reach its peak
In words alone my soul is free.

There are no riches to be made
My reward is just one alone
For which I labor night and day:
The creation of a poem.

 

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The Trees are Slowly Waking

THE TREES ARE SLOWLY WAKING
By PoeticMeditations

The trees are slowly waking
From their deep, dormant sleep
Stretching up stiff, barren arms
With spring’s promises to keep.

Soon tender buds will appear
All will turn to leafy green
Offer shelter from the sun
Shady trunks against to lean.

Full will be their canopies
Spread out wide against the sky
Swaying in the gentle breeze
Filled with the lark’s joyous cry.

Leaves will blaze with autumn’s colors
At winter’s touch drop one by one
Soon to fade in quiet slumber
To dream of summer’s blazing sun.

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Who Will Be Left to Remember Us

WHO WILL BE LEFT TO REMEMBER US
By PoeticMeditations

Who will be left to remember us
When those we know have passed away?
Who will be left to mourn for us
When they too will be gone this day?

Our lonely graves will be neglected
No flowers laid down in tribute
Our names no longer respected
The sound of the wind will be mute.

With weeds, our good names will be obscured
Uncut will grow around our grave
Our passing no longer observed
For time erases all straight away.

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Another Body Laid to Rest

ANOTHER BODY LAID TO REST
By PoeticMeditations

Another body laid to rest
In the cold, dark earth to decay
Another name added to the list
That grows longer with each passing day.

Another hymn sung to comfort
In this hour of bitter grief
Another prayer offered for support
For those shaken in their belief.

Another day of uncertainty
Here today, but gone tomorrow
Another hint of our mortality
Of fleeting lives of pain and sorrow.

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