Unspoken Words 2nd revision. some minor changes based on Aish's feedback. and the removal of the last line
Mere words cannot convey a pea
or pod of what it is we share,
although I try, with verbal charm.
My speech is eloquent and yet;
the showing of this soul whose search
has found a place to rest in love
is more a thorn of sharpness borne
by stem enhancing bud and bloom.
With boulders in my mouth i try,
but can't express a verbal ounce
of ink, I'm not a poet fair.
To capture feelings with a fire!
A task I fear beyond my means.
I beg of you, cast eye to eye
and in the depth of our delight
see words not scribed or spoken--
Unspoken Words 1st revision.
Mere words cannot convey a pea
or pod of what it is we share,
although I try, with verbal charm.
My speech is eloquent and yet;
the showing of this soul whose search
has found a place to rest in love
is more-- A thorn of sharpness borne
by stem enhancing bud and bloom.
with boulders in my mouth i try,
but can't express a verbal ounce
of ink, I'm not a poet fair.
To capture feelings with a fire!
A task I fear beyond my means.
I beg of you, cast eye to eye
and in the depth of our delight
see words not scribed or spoken--
In their absence may thoughts be shown
Unspoken Words.
Words--
mere words cannot, I plainly see
explain to me what we both share
though I try, with verbal charm
my words to you, would not permit
the showing, of a soul whose search
has found a place to rest in love
a thorn of sharpness here to stay
sharpness that enhances life
how do I mention all the things
written by poets through the age
and capture feelings with a fire?
a task I fear beyond my means
I beg of you, cast eye to eye
and in the depth of soul’s delight
see words not scribed or spoken
just know their silent meaning
this is another early poem and a personal one but don't worry. just treat it as any other poem.
Mere words cannot convey a pea
or pod of what it is we share,
although I try, with verbal charm.
My speech is eloquent and yet;
the showing of this soul whose search
has found a place to rest in love
is more a thorn of sharpness borne
by stem enhancing bud and bloom.
With boulders in my mouth i try,
but can't express a verbal ounce
of ink, I'm not a poet fair.
To capture feelings with a fire!
A task I fear beyond my means.
I beg of you, cast eye to eye
and in the depth of our delight
see words not scribed or spoken--
Unspoken Words 1st revision.
Mere words cannot convey a pea
or pod of what it is we share,
although I try, with verbal charm.
My speech is eloquent and yet;
the showing of this soul whose search
has found a place to rest in love
is more-- A thorn of sharpness borne
by stem enhancing bud and bloom.
with boulders in my mouth i try,
but can't express a verbal ounce
of ink, I'm not a poet fair.
To capture feelings with a fire!
A task I fear beyond my means.
I beg of you, cast eye to eye
and in the depth of our delight
see words not scribed or spoken--
In their absence may thoughts be shown
Unspoken Words.
Words--
mere words cannot, I plainly see
explain to me what we both share
though I try, with verbal charm
my words to you, would not permit
the showing, of a soul whose search
has found a place to rest in love
a thorn of sharpness here to stay
sharpness that enhances life
how do I mention all the things
written by poets through the age
and capture feelings with a fire?
a task I fear beyond my means
I beg of you, cast eye to eye
and in the depth of soul’s delight
see words not scribed or spoken
just know their silent meaning
this is another early poem and a personal one but don't worry. just treat it as any other poem.