Echoes of My Voice

Rounding off the race of primordial time
In a confined cell of bubbled water
Knitted the fetus of an unseen soul
Pulled out amid the thighs of a seamstress
To the pool of crimson flooded blanket -
His cradle bed clasped his tender body

I echo volumes of innocent cries
From the deep cosmic hard of black clay pot;
In a rumpled heap of folded hot leaves
A solid white pap with dazzling traits came;
As though from the long cave of dark tunnel
A prism of white luminous light sheds;

From the thousand of barbarian voices
A tiny, yet compelling voice echoes;
Brimmed market of busy patronizers
A buyer stood aloof in a zenith,
Yet commanding the frenzied market square
Through the labyrinth of clumsy voices

An empire where eyes were dark as night
Crystal pupils dilate and shed bright light;
When storms call like a familiar stranger
A glyph of stiff mast of public pole stood;
In a forest of thousand wobble trees
Araba's root stood firmly in the soil

Like a refined gem from a filthy stream
Along the subway of muddy water;
Like an artifact buried in the earth
when exhumed, a treasure welcome the world;
Although my infant voice echoes from blues,
my voice that booms is yet to get its muse.

Note: Echoes of My Voice is a poem consisting of an unrhymed pentameter -there are ten syllables in each line and sestet (a six-line poem) of six stanzas

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Texanomaly
Timpaker
Oahray
Everestdebliu
Krystalxxx
Buqqui
Firestar
Gloriaz Johnbright
JigsawKillah

OMA4U:
Echoes of My Voice

Rounding off the race of primordial time
In a confined cell of bubbled water
Knitted the fetus of an unseen soul
Pulled out amid the thighs of a seamstress
To the pool of crimson flooded blanket -
His cradle bed clasped his tender body

I echo volumes of innocent cries
From the deep cosmic hard of black clay pot;
In a rumpled heap of folded hot leaves
A solid white pap with dazzling traits came;
As though from the long cave of dark tunnel
A prism of white luminous light sheds;

From the thousand of barbarian voices
A tiny, yet compelling voice echoes;
Brimmed market of busy patronizers
A buyer stood aloof in a zenith,
Yet commanding the frenzied market square
Through the labyrinth of clumsy voices

An empire where eyes were dark as night
Crystal pupils dilate and shed bright light;
When storms call like a familiar stranger
A glyph of stiff mast of public pole stood;
In a forest of thousand wobble trees
Araba's root stood firmly in the soil

Like a refined gem from a filthy stream
Along the subway of muddy water;
Like an artifact buried in the earth
when exhumed, a treasure welcome the world;
Although my infant voice echoes from blues,
my voice that booms is yet to get its muse.

Note: Echoes of My Voice is a poem consisting of an unrhymed pentameter -there are ten syllables in each line and sestet (a six-line poem) of six stanzas

Tag: Laykorn
Texanomaly
Timpaker
Oahray
Everestdebliu
Krystalxxx
Buqqui
Firestar
Gloriaz Johnbright
JigsawKillah

Read this poem once, twice , three times. I've gotta say it's deep , it really is. I can't figure out exactly what the themes are and what it's really saying though I have some ideas in my head . But I think it's dark and just awesome and full of meaning. I'd love it if you'd explain more about it to us

Krystalxxx:


Read this poem once, twice , three times. I've gotta say it's deep , it really is. I can't figure out exactly what the themes are and what it's really saying though I have some ideas in my head . But I think it's dark and just awesome and full of meaning. I'd love it if you'd explain more about it to us

Did you get the first stanza? It's about the birth of a boy. Second stanza elaborates the contrast between the boy and his immediate environ.

Tag: Laykorn, texanomaly, timpaker

I've known you were talented for some time OMA, but this and your last poem are "master poet" quality. Impressive.

texanomaly:
I've known you were talented for some time OMA, but this and your last poem are "master poet" quality. Impressive.

Hey! Thank you, Tex. I'm so so happy for your gracious comment.

OMA4U:
Hey! Thank you, Tex. I'm so so happy for your gracious comment.

Oma, lol. Why them no move this? Maybe they're scared people will say you pay them.


Someone said it anyway and asked how much you pay them to move your threads.

When next they ask, remember to tell them you're a good poet and that solves it.
Ayamlaykorn

I hear the echoes. They reverberate through my consciousness. They speak lofty languages. They bounce off the walls, like a ball of rubbery threads. The walls are dancing.

Amazing poet! He mesmerizes. He captivates. He enchants!

This is socko!

LarrySun:
I hear the echoes. It reverberates through my consciousness. It speaks lofty languages. It bounces off the walls, like a ball of rubbery threads. The walls are dancing.

Amazing poet! He mesmerizes. He captivates. He enchants!

This is socko!

You're good around words sir. I wonder why you don't do poetry.

Ayamlaykorn

laykorn:

Oma, lol. Why them no move this? Maybe they're scared people will say you pay them.


Someone said it anyway and asked how much you pay them to move your threads.

When next they ask, remember to tell them you're a good poet and that solves it.
Ayamlaykorn

lol... That's why I love people because of the hysterical laughter they throw into my mouth.

The fact is I never knew I made frontpage. Those poems have been lying unread on my pc for a while before I decided to share so I could get criticism.

laykorn:


You're good around words sir. I wonder why you don't do poetry.

Ayamlaykorn

Poetry is too complex for me; it scares me, really.

LarrySun:
I hear the echoes. They reverberate through my consciousness. They speak lofty languages. They bounce off the walls, like a ball of rubbery threads. The walls are dancing.

Amazing poet! He mesmerizes. He captivates. He enchants!

This is socko!

Yes! You hear the echoes. It's tiny, but amazing; amidst thousand of barbarian voices, the voice is so clear and distinct. I'll eternally be grateful that I came once to the world and I fortunately met Larry Sun out of billions of buyers in this market square.

laykorn:


You're good around words sir. I wonder why you don't do poetry.

Ayamlaykorn

LarrySun is not tantamount to words, He is words himself. If I'm good around words as he does, uhmm I will .....

LarrySun:
Poetry is too complex for me; it scares me, really.

Oh puuleez!! The below is the voice of a romantic poet. Don't forget I know better my friend.

LarrySun:
I hear the echoes. They reverberate through my consciousness. They speak lofty languages. They bounce off the walls, like a ball of rubbery threads. The walls are dancing.

Amazing poet! He mesmerizes. He captivates. He enchants!

This is socko!

@OMA
You deserve all the praise and fp.