All rights reserved by Afrodite Stathi.


WHITE PAGE



I am searching for little words,
those are said to be swords.
I am searching for broken souls.
Fallen Angel, in hate never falls.



Ordinary things, make me think.
How to put them in the form of my ink?
Ordinary eyes, give me the cries.
The world is a lesson, for an unloved person.



Human poet, search for truth.
Twice in a lifetime, find youth.
The Poet above us Has nature inside.
How to compare with his immaculate light?



Trees are talking, mountains walking.
Sea sleeps, my favourite bird weeps.
My imagination is too small.
To describe this world, is my role.



But the page remains white...
How can i,for my flawless tears,write?
But the page remains white...
Me and words are having a fight.




Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
Read 54 times
Written on 2020-06-08 at 04:14

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
That's the worse feeling, I find. When you want to write something, and although there's a whole bunch around that could inspire, the words and you are having a fight (I relate so much to that scene) ... or the words are out on vacation to an undisclosed location ;) Either way, it's a most annoying state. Very well described, thanks.
2020-06-10


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
So many good lines in your poem. As well as the one Thomas chose, I favor this:

My imagination is too small.
To describe this world,

Well done. I think the White Page does not intimidate you.
2020-06-08


Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well constructed! I especially like the internal rhyme of "The world is a lesson for an unloved person."
2020-06-08


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful work, thoughtful, well expressed, very good use of words.
Ken D
2020-06-08