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Hi, if you've read any of my previous poems I'm sure you'll know that I don't usually write things that are cliche or non-inspiring. If you haven't read any of my poems then I strongly advise you to read a few such as "A single wish" and "Do not fear" those are two poems that I treasure above all others. This one, too, has come to mean alot to me and I hope you take the time to read it and give me a tad bit of constructive criticism. I just wrote it, so it's raw and if you're wondering I was indeed listening to "Open your eyes" by Snow Patrol. It helped a little with what I was going for - this poem is something that alot of you need to understand;; so many people just let their voice die in their throats when it is most needed, and other times when you speak you're reprimanded. I want you all to understand that you have to believe in yourself to achieve anything -- if you want to speak up then believe you can.
If you don't like this poem, tell me why, tell me how I can reach out to you;; and what kind of poems you like to read, I'll make it happen. If you liked this poem, give me some positive feedback and tell me why;; what made you like it and did it encourage you to feel as I feel?
Thank you, if you read this then I advise you to put a smiley face (:]) at the top of your comment.
If you don't like this poem, tell me why, tell me how I can reach out to you;; and what kind of poems you like to read, I'll make it happen. If you liked this poem, give me some positive feedback and tell me why;; what made you like it and did it encourage you to feel as I feel?
Thank you, if you read this then I advise you to put a smiley face (:]) at the top of your comment.
^ You are advised to read this, but it is not mandatory.
I see.
"I see," said the blind man,
whose gaze never wavered.
He saw what others did not,
each image he did savour.
"I hear," spoke the deaf,
his tone forever sure.
His eyes tracing lips,
imagined to be his cure.
"I speak," signed the mute,
hands forever in motion.
A smile as he speaks,
with such utter devotion.
"Open your eyes," says he.
"Listen closely," says the man.
"Speak up," says the world.
"Believe that you can."
"I see," said the blind man,
whose gaze never wavered.
He saw what others did not,
each image he did savour.
"I hear," spoke the deaf,
his tone forever sure.
His eyes tracing lips,
imagined to be his cure.
"I speak," signed the mute,
hands forever in motion.
A smile as he speaks,
with such utter devotion.
"Open your eyes," says he.
"Listen closely," says the man.
"Speak up," says the world.
"Believe that you can."
