Login
|
Join PoetrySoup
Home
Submit Poems
Login
Sign Up
Member Home
My Poems
My Quotes
My Profile & Settings
My Inboxes
My Outboxes
Soup Mail
Contest Results/Status
Contests
Poems
Poets
Famous Poems
Famous Poets
Dictionary
Types of Poems
Quotes
Short Stories
Articles
Forum
Blogs
Poem of the Day
New Poems
Resources
Syllable Counter
Anthology
Grammar Check
Greeting Card Maker
Classifieds
Member Area
Member Home
My Profile and Settings
My Poems
My Quotes
My Short Stories
My Articles
My Comments Inboxes
My Comments Outboxes
Soup Mail
Poetry Contests
Contest Results/Status
Followers
Poems of Poets I Follow
Friend Builder
Soup Social
Poetry Forum
New/Upcoming Features
The Wall
Soup Facebook Page
Who is Online
Link to Us
Member Poems
Poems - Top 100 New
Poems - Top 100 All-Time
Poems - Best
Poems - by Topic
Poems - New (All)
Poems - New (PM)
Poems - New by Poet
Poems - Random
Poems - Read
Poems - Unread
Member Poets
Poets - Best New
Poets - New
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems Recent
Poets - Top 100 Community
Poets - Top 100 Contest
Famous Poems
Famous Poems - African American
Famous Poems - Best
Famous Poems - Classical
Famous Poems - English
Famous Poems - Haiku
Famous Poems - Love
Famous Poems - Short
Famous Poems - Top 100
Famous Poets
Famous Poets - Living
Famous Poets - Most Popular
Famous Poets - Top 100
Famous Poets - Best
Famous Poets - Women
Famous Poets - African American
Famous Poets - Beat
Famous Poets - Cinquain
Famous Poets - Classical
Famous Poets - English
Famous Poets - Haiku
Famous Poets - Hindi
Famous Poets - Jewish
Famous Poets - Love
Famous Poets - Metaphysical
Famous Poets - Modern
Famous Poets - Punjabi
Famous Poets - Romantic
Famous Poets - Spanish
Famous Poets - Suicidal
Famous Poets - Urdu
Famous Poets - War
Poetry Resources
Anagrams
Bible
Book Store
Character Counter
Cliché Finder
Poetry Clichés
Common Words
Copyright Information
Grammar
Grammar Checker
Homonym
Homophones
How to Write a Poem
Lyrics
Love Poem Generator
New Poetic Forms
Plagiarism Checker
Poetics
Poetry Art
Publishing
Random Word Generator
Spell Checker
Store
What is Good Poetry?
Word Counter
Email Poem
Your IP Address: 3.147.66.149
Your Email Address:
Required
Email Address Not Valid.
To Email Address:
Email Address Not Valid.
Required
Subject
Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Deep within our cosmic fabric hides The magical, mystical thought that carves the world into waves. The scarf of the evening pulls over the flight of winds, Like the celestial dawn that envelopes deserts and holy monasteries. The air of trams that snake among the stars, The sun, a cosmic blacksmith, molds with the palms of its rays the threads, Sparrows that dress caresses in cloaks of flight, Untamed wilderness of streams, leaping through dreams like time's benchmarks. And when silence descends, where echoes spread Over the last glacier, cracking thinly under the weight of early autumn, And ducks in prophetic choirs claim in a quartet Above the sound of perfection, where the ice begins to curse and to sing. And children, guardians of unknown sweetness, in vain Cry upon the altar of youth, choking in the bitter, For them, the world is still fragrance and song, the sweetness of days that have been sprinkled, And they choke in the awkward light, lamenting in the meanders of a shared fate. Beneath the starry vault, where new worlds are born through the suckling of stars, In lunar laughter illusions shatter, turning into shining dust, And a silk tights, magically torn at the knee, Warm themselves in the sun, becoming in themselves a royal jewel sailing towards forgotten mornings. For there is resin embracing revered trunks, And there is me, the heretic who redeemed himself in deceitful thoughts, Who placed the locks of error over my endless heart, Only to find out that, no, it is not an epilogue - but a horrifyingly beautiful prologue. You - have stepped in the gentle shade, a smooth apparition Into the very pages of my chronicle, at the fateful moment, And with your smile, you uprooted my roots From the deep pits of remembrance, as if plucking me from a living crypt. Now, gravity in the garb of a saraband wraps me, And I, a creature reborn from the flickering of the painted wheel, Choose to leave for a sacred sign of life, The entire paper tapestry of the past - a fabric gently torn from the clasp of light.
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required