He pursues me,
He wants me,
He knows me by name,
One touch from him—I’ll never be the same.
When I am in his arms,
My worries cease to exist,
His presence is my assurance
That there is nothing he cannot fix.
No matter what I’ve said,
No matter what I’ve done,
He is ready to forgive,
Then forget and move on.
His voice is so gentle,
It sends fire up my bones,
So many love him,
They flock to him in throngs.
Yet despite the multitude and masses,
I still catch his eye,
To go my and depart from him,
Is something I refuse to try.
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Emy,
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem. I think that it shows emotions that many of us can relate to. A suggestion I have is that you could take some of the words out, prepositions in particular, to make it sound more fluid. You could also make some of the words contractions. Great job!
This poem has a strong diction. Are you describing an actual person, something spiritual or tangible? I got a little confused when you used the words many, multitude, and masses.Great poem.
ReplyDeleteLove it. Yes really deep! I hope you're talking about God. lol
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