The Poems Face
I am drizzled from thoughts that the heart footholds
With words of wisdom which are pure as gold
And as I form into an underlying phrase
Every sentence takes it’s own place
With rhymes of words dancing on the page
Every formation is imbedded to the base
With librettos of connotation revolutionising the trace
The vivacity of the ode slowly gets into shape
And once the ode is born with complete faith
The poem is made and that’s the face
- Sherwin Fernandes
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
