Why, why does hope and despair intermingle and come in spurts?
Whatever hope the days has built, my doubts and the silent Night kills. That so aptly encapsulates the despair inside and the conflicting emotion of hope. The 'silent Night' very effectively shows the very personal nature of the darkness and despair.
Then I really like the 'silent answer' because silence is the language, God speaks to us when we become silent enough to listen and hear Him speak. Thank you."
"Very deep, frightening, you at the edge here, have to regroup to get out."
"This poem really does nag your peace and tranquility."
"When we are granted this moment why do we destroy it with negativity?"
"A good poem with a brilliant rhymme scheme, showing yet again the Night as a symbol of evil and terror and the Morning as a symbol of
"Venny captures it well. Yes, an intense poem with lots of nervous energy."
"We sometimes dread certain times and moments granted to us, which is awaste of a precious gift. Enjoy the moment."
"Very intense, vividly expresses inner turmoil, but surrenders unto God."
"A good poem and sonnet where positive thoughts triumph over negative ones."
"Yes, doubt can lead to an unfulfilled life. We must have faith"
"the use of classic poetic language, transforms this simple idea in to a great sonnent"
"God loves us all."
"Awesome uncle AK!!!"
"a struggle between the mind and the body."
"Top ou! very very good.
keep it up"
"A poem filled with fear and uncertainty but yet still holds on to hope."
"One day – or night at a time."
"A wonderful poem that teaches us to belive in Almighty as He controls all."
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My contented smiles and reverie disturbed by the loud and intrusive pound, / "Who, just who can that be that dares my solitude and bliss thus disturb?" / Barrel-chested, bulging biceps, conceitedly the illusion strikes the curb, / He licks his lips, secure in thought that yet another victim he has sign in to read more »
The new leaf sprouts into existence, greeting the universe / Uncurling, revealing, playing out to nature's wishes, / The warm rays of the sun touches her veins, she stretches, / Her siblings try to reach her in their attempts to nurse. / / A caterpillar too submits to nature's insistent laws, / Chewing sign in to read more »
Their hands are clasped, / Smiling - for the gift of time / Has been granted to them. / She is dressed in a snow white sari, / He in an equally hued kurtha. / Into the temple they gingerly enter / And their daily obeisance / To The Lord offer. / They emerge - still holding hands, / Smiling, greeting, just sign in to read more »