Poems that I read…📖

I often read poems about life, loss and hope,

And the ones about wars, women and home.

Sentiments woven on thin paper with each word beautifully brewed,

I can’t help but wonder what those poets must’ve gone through

And how much did their hearts bleed to drop the red in form of blue.

I read, mostly admiring the art-

I say mostly because there is always a tinge of envy

For the amount of pain they felt,

For the ones they loved and the ones they left.

But most importantly for the stories they shared-

Through words that circled from valleys to mountains

And those that loved the moonlight and drank from fountains.

Sweet words that came down pouring from heaven,

And even those that fearlessly kissed the demon.

Words that broke me and showed me the path,

And those that ignited fire and healed my heart.

Don’t let me fool you, for I’ve felt pain too,

So much so that I had made it my home

But with time the wounds dried and the heart healed

So I end up reading poems about life, loss and hope,

Reminiscing the days when I had those words dancing, in my old home. ❤