Poems Can

Poems are flying within thy morning breeze 
Becoming rhythm of heart poems are plying

Perhaps; I forget that- 
I am not the alphabets of the poems
I am not the words of the poems
I am not the verses and rhymes of the poems

Here, in the pit of lushest pair lips
Thy letter infatuates me 
Thy dancing dimension arrests me
Thy silent penning mood jails me

I forget-
The name of poems is not thy kisses
The name of poems is not my lust trace

Poems can fly
Poems can ply

Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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De Beaulieu Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 12:04 PM
Hello mahtab Bangalee, poems can be anything you want them to be. Sad, happy for example and more. enjoy your day my friend.
Buhagiar Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 6:28 AM
But poems express our emotions. Lovely read.
Ball Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 6:12 AM
Nicely done. Very introspective. I like it. God Bess, JB
Krutsinger Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 6:01 AM
We are not this "I am not the words of the poems I am not the verses and rhymes of the poems" But we are the managers of the poems and the caregivers, and you do well here!
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