Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

POETRY 



We write yes 

Here ,we all do 

Some of nature

Some of creation

Some of love 

Some of depression 

Some of joy 

Some of grieves 

Well whatever we write 

Whether that of the sun

Or that of the rain

That of the moon 

Or that of the pain

 we all have found a way to speak without interruption 

A place to lay open our heart

A world that has in depth feelings, 

Here we all run to this sanctuary 

Which saves us from the vile and open world 

A place where we rule as king and make others see our will

Completely  free from all sort of wring

This  world of beauty and light 

Its also that of the vile and dark

The lines to tell surely is our plight 

All things well we can't all be right

But yet the impact it's what makes us frank

These divergence is what brings out our

might

And The sanctity it does ignite in minds, which subconsciously has been refined, 

What an intense world have we found ourselves.

The one ran by the hand and pen,

Working together just like a creative loom ,

Not all will believe neither will all acknowledge ,

Just save a few,whose souls in this realm dwells .

 And In This poetic realm shall we pry deeper

Untill our massages are clearly perceived

And our cry greatly heard.



Pullen.N.Clinton