Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Sep 09, 2011
⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
Your Admiration Blog converted to stream So that many more can read
Is only because
your brain is so wired,
Despite your ailment
You are bright
While others not ill,
Are so much without
Depth, love and insight
Because our brains are integrated
And
Cast at birth
While in the womb
And
The mom knows not
what she is thinking about
Of the loveliest new arrival
or the tomb
And
Her thoughts get transplanted
In our infant
yet to be born ,
developing mind
Where can then anyone,two
Identical kind of brains ever find.
You remind me of a lost brother
And
So I hope you are one
For every one...
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
loved
13 years 10 months ago
thanks for the loveliest
comments indeed
so far ever received
Rosi
loved
13 years 10 months ago
thank you all for a while do read my older stuff till i resume
going on a sweet holiday
loved
Candlewitch
13 years 10 months ago
Hello Loved,
I enjoyed:
You remind me of a lost brother
And
So I hope you are one
For every one...
Have a happy holiday!
Always, Cat
magics02
13 years 10 months ago
Good job Loved
While one is ill one also can perform and write and yes have compassion for their brothers and sisters.
Loved Mona
Geremia
13 years 10 months ago
we all are brothers lost to
we all are brothers lost to one another
souls wandering in parallel lines
intersecting from time to time...
Very fine work, my friend. :)
scribbler
13 years 10 months ago
hi loved
Yes it is often those who are fighting up hill who produce the best work. Don't stay gone too long..........stan
loved
13 years 10 months ago
i shall not be gone for long
but where i now live
is far far forlorn ,
sooner than later
i may be gone,
hope to return
with LOVE TO ALL
FROM LOVED ANON.
In a different world
they call paradice,
not paradise
but where their is no ice,
but infested by mice.
Nonethe less
life here is also very nice.
I miss you all too.
With love to all
who still loved knew.