At times, I wish to write,
To describe a scene,
Or, a feeling within.
I can't think of words,
Words, that would rhyme at least,
A few lines.
I need, to cross that barrier,
Into your mind,
To reach, your thoughts,
Hoping, you understand mine.
To describe, A rose, her perfume,
The morning drops, of dew,
To implant, those images, in your mind,
Is all, I wish to do.
Deep, into your mind,
As my poetry, you read,
I hope, you'll never forget them,
In due time.
By: William Bonilla.......6/18/02
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|lovely write ...and i will not forget okay!! :))
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|You know I use to write poems that rhymed and then I gave it up. I think after reading so much, I discovered that the rhyme is in the heart, not the words.|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Love this one, William, from the heart of a true poet.|
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|William....very very wonderful write...BHUWAN|
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|A very insightful write William. I enjoyed it. Bill|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a true poet is a living poem which reaches out into the world to move it... you have moved us well...|
|Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
I agree with Erin, you have captured it!
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Yes, that is how if feels, aching to give your image to the reader. Nice write, William. :)|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Too many commas though. Poetry has less punctuation than prose, only enough to give the reader a clue as to where to pause. [I'm assuming from your poem that you are asking...???]
Space the last two lines differently, and you've got it.
"I hope you'll never forget them,
In due time. "