Once more I seek,
words of wisdom that you speak.
Lost am I,
why I'm born to cry?
No more do I think,
for now's the time to drink.
Your words of wisdom that aid me to be,
understanding and no longer plea.
Silently on my knees,
to be shown the woods from the trees.
As your soft hand,
parts them to show me land.
To the place where my peace is kept,
along with wind I am swept.
So far away but it's within my grip,
I hold on tight never letting it slip.
Gulping down your words like they were sprite,
within seconds my turmoil comes to light.
A tiny stream nearby,
made up of all the tears I did cry.
I find myself unable to think,
until again your words I drink.
I only hope it will rain again,
for I'd be lost without your KNOWLEDGE FOUNTAIN!?!?
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, September 18 2005, 09:48 pm|
Ooo...I just love "Gulping down your words like they were sprite" great similie! I love how you use so many literature terms in your poetry! Intellect! Knowledge Fountain! Drink the drink that gives wisdom! That I like! Vurry Good!
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