Poetic Blessing

I'm thinking out loud, what if my poems could polish you to perfection?

POETIC BLESSING.



In a place where; no one sow,
no tree grows, no wind blows,
no birds sing; only the sound of crows.
A place where the dresscode is gloom
And the housing is tomb.

Imagine my poems were from the nimbus,
And make the skin that crack like a pod brisks
As it felt the wet gust.

Imagine my poems were rainbows,
Which send rain to liss pain.
Imagine they could resuscitate and luminate.

Imagine! Imagine!! Imagine!!!

Imagine my poems would:
Give you a mouthful kiss of bliss,
Give you a sudden rush of fortune,
Give you squeezed honey from lime,
Give you speed faster than time,
And a change from adversity noise to prosperity tone
as the Blessing sings over your small bones.

Imagine my poems were DIVINE AID!

Author's Note

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Reviews

[LekANTIC]

Thank you so much for your time to comment ..really appreciate it 😊, will adjust .....God bless you and all:)

[CC Faye]

I love the sense of pride and enthusiasm. It's like you're boasting about your great talent.
Though the last stanza was getting far from the topic.
I love it!! Sorry I don't have much thing to say. I don't know much about poetry, but I think overall it's good.