(First off, wow. It's been a long time since I haven't blogged here but I am not going to pour it in. There's too much in it and I don't think I'll last regardless of how may seatings I have to take. Thank goodness for this new poem...well technically it's an old piece but I've gone it over and over. I have proofchecked it so many times and I don't know if it's final but I hope it is. Enjoy.)
(PS: The title isn't final though and I'll change it again when I find the appropriate title.)
This feeling, what is it?
Is it obscurity?
This feeling would never be the samesince you are not here to cheer me.
Is what I am feeling called love?
Tell me.
What is love?
Besides the materialistic idea and natural calling to it?
Love is the ocean.
Calm but turbulent from the inside yeta moment of silence is found underneath.
It breaks the jagged rocks of hatred by the waves of compassion and sincerity.
The jagged rocks sharp as swords are smoothed to form the foamy beaches we sleep in.The waves bend them flawlesslyfor love has the sharpest blade that cuts but with ease and in depth.
Love is the blue star.
A blue star that shines brightest yet burns the most.
It burns intensely as is the feeling of love.
It burns brightly to the very end and when dispersedthe warmth is existent and tactile.
Love is the color that no one knows.
The color of love is unknown as the color that defines normalcy.
Love is found in the essence of a soul.
It is woven by many generations.
The beads are embedded inconsistently.
They are scattered harmoniously.
The threads are seen distinctively yet complex to copy they mix evenly.
Love is honest to those who mean it.
It is told anything goesthrough it passes the bridge of truth.
It is not to cheat or lie.
It is not to deceive or to be conceit.
It had what you were seeking for-your soul mate.
Seek what you need for your truth.
If truth is what you sought for,
Then present it to the one you love.
Love has its soul that requires a vessel.
A vessel that is not immaculate but imperfect.
It is imperfect for the shapes and curves areasymmetrical yet they attract each other mutually.
It is not immaculate for it cries out of temptationand discontent that shakes in unison of sin and impurity.
Love is the reason of spring with its presence.
It comes with great tidings and gifts we receive.
It is the cherry blossoms we find in the park before bloom and when it is time they bloom to blossom gifts to everyone.
And…
Everywhere they dance,
Every time they sing,
Everyone they appreciate.
They dance with the winds.
The songs have no lyrics.
They appreciate nature’s gift of blossoming.
This feeling of harmony is endless. Always
This feeling I have right now.
What is this?
This is something I never knew.
Let me tell you after this feeling, it would never be the sameif you are not here to cheer me.
Love is what I am feeling.
Tell me: “What is love?”
by:
©Emmanuel John
(PS: The title isn't final though and I'll change it again when I find the appropriate title.)
This feeling, what is it?
Is it obscurity?
This feeling would never be the samesince you are not here to cheer me.
Is what I am feeling called love?
Tell me.
What is love?
Besides the materialistic idea and natural calling to it?
Love is the ocean.
Calm but turbulent from the inside yeta moment of silence is found underneath.
It breaks the jagged rocks of hatred by the waves of compassion and sincerity.
The jagged rocks sharp as swords are smoothed to form the foamy beaches we sleep in.The waves bend them flawlesslyfor love has the sharpest blade that cuts but with ease and in depth.
Love is the blue star.
A blue star that shines brightest yet burns the most.
It burns intensely as is the feeling of love.
It burns brightly to the very end and when dispersedthe warmth is existent and tactile.
Love is the color that no one knows.
The color of love is unknown as the color that defines normalcy.
Love is found in the essence of a soul.
It is woven by many generations.
The beads are embedded inconsistently.
They are scattered harmoniously.
The threads are seen distinctively yet complex to copy they mix evenly.
Love is honest to those who mean it.
It is told anything goesthrough it passes the bridge of truth.
It is not to cheat or lie.
It is not to deceive or to be conceit.
It had what you were seeking for-your soul mate.
Seek what you need for your truth.
If truth is what you sought for,
Then present it to the one you love.
Love has its soul that requires a vessel.
A vessel that is not immaculate but imperfect.
It is imperfect for the shapes and curves areasymmetrical yet they attract each other mutually.
It is not immaculate for it cries out of temptationand discontent that shakes in unison of sin and impurity.
Love is the reason of spring with its presence.
It comes with great tidings and gifts we receive.
It is the cherry blossoms we find in the park before bloom and when it is time they bloom to blossom gifts to everyone.
And…
Everywhere they dance,
Every time they sing,
Everyone they appreciate.
They dance with the winds.
The songs have no lyrics.
They appreciate nature’s gift of blossoming.
This feeling of harmony is endless. Always
This feeling I have right now.
What is this?
This is something I never knew.
Let me tell you after this feeling, it would never be the sameif you are not here to cheer me.
Love is what I am feeling.
Tell me: “What is love?”
by:
©Emmanuel John
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