Lyrics of the heart

I write poems, too. Here's the topic where i'll post some of my poems, i don't have too many unfortunatley.
This is the last one, which i wrote last night, after a long time of not writing anything. It's about how you may want someone to love your personal flaws, and not just to be so kind as to accept them!


Photoshopping me…
1. Darling, your imagination
Can’t replace my miscreation.
Your kindness – the truth be told –
Can’t turn silver into gold.


2. Love can’t add what I don’t have
It’s revolting and it’s sad
You reshape me smoother, neater,
But in fact, you make me bitter.


3. I don’t need you to accept
What I want you to adore,
It doesn’t help when you ignore
What I have less, but you want more.


4. Your shiny spark is not useful
I need a flame so powerful
To shine a light on all my cracks,
Someone to scream: they’re beautiful!

So true, Shael. The ending is great....
"I need a flame so powerful
To shine a light on all my cracks,
Someone to scream: they’re beautiful!"

I wrote this today. It is about the people who criticise everything, the people who appear on tv and analyse everything around a table with the attitude of a know-it-all. It's also aimed at politicians who understand nothing about people.


The judge

1.Upon the hill, a cripple man
Is teaching others how to run
He tells of speed, his eyebrows frown,
But he lacks the guts to come down.


2.His ruthless eyes throw laser beams,
He doesn't know the shades of dawn
Comes uninvited in your home
And makes all folks listen and yawn.


3.Upon the hill, a boring man
Is teaching others to behave
Announces what is best for you,
And yet he doesn't know your name.


4.Little, blank man, if you came down
The world would be a little neater
Because in fact, the world to you
Is only Terra Incognita.

Excellent Shael....well put!! I agree.

I wrote this at the end of august. I was feeling kind of down because summer was ending, no more sun, no more swimming pool, no more falling asleep with an open window to the sound of crickets... oh well  Winter is nice too, but i love summer more.

Yes, Shael, your poem was very true to the way you were feeling. I like it very much.