Caught my sight one fortunate night the beauty i never saw ,
One needed a heart to see it, not those orbs you hold,
One needed a soul to believe it not those words you write with ink.
Imaginary or reality ,it was felt within ,the blackness with glitter and a man in sight
The beauty was not in the body he held nor it was in his attire in black
The beauty was something that felt not seen ,
Was something in darkness , ; in silence ;and; his presence in gleam.
Darkness ,a name to emptiness, held sometimes a shine,one wants to see,
Silence ,a name to nothingness,held sometimes a plea,a voice ,a song ,one wants to hear.
So much is to be felt it stops the streams and blackens the sun,
It burns the moon and melts the earth.
The place unknown ,the darkness unknown the silence unknown and He unknown,
he stood or sat could not contemplate but he looked at me was sure enough
the eyes he had were black and coal but black though they held fires somewhere
his eyes were circled with creases of age but still had youth in depth it held.
the face ,all tanned and wrinkled with scars of experience and hardships he had had
the hair was all a fist full of whites ,matted with dirt and all disheveled.
his hands and feet were matted with mud ,his clothes of black were torn from everywhere.
of all could see of him i felt a dual feeling i couldn't understand.
how could a body be calm at one and appear so restless the same .
how could a body be so young at one and appear so young the same
how could a body be so ugly at one and appear so fresh the same
how could a body be so prisoned at one and appear so free the same.
a mystery it was ,and made to ponder upon .
he sat there and smiled at the frown
he answered the unspoken question in one phrase:
"I Found My God and Now It's Your Turn."
with this he blinked again and again and with every blink his being disappeared.
Vanished he was but one thing was left his answer in air which echoed from everywhere,
it repeated and repeated in air
until it explained what it had to for which He had came
the beauty and life is not with gold and silver
it's the beauty which lies with the stones you get
though stones you think of them of fate.
but diamonds though precious and valued are still the same .
every stone of your life has a shine of diamond and treasure inside
find a way out for it to lighten your life with calm content
God is here always with you ,HE wants to see you smile with content
with what He blessed you with .HE knows unknown and knows the known and knows whats best for his being below
believe HIM is what He told me with one his one phrase
"I Found My God And Now Its your Turn."
If reality is with eyes and truth with words
then love is non-existence,
But reality is not with eyes but truth and truth isn't with words but heart
and thus Love is existent.
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I rather liked this, and it had a good message, but it was really hard to read. Long lines + no stanzas = difficult to read. The poem flows better if there is a rhythm to the lines, they're broken up into stanzas where your ideas change, and if they're not super-long. Also, there's some odd punctuation like huge gaps between word and comma, random semi-colons, etc. Was this due to copy-pasting or something?
Going with the theme here, I'm going to guess that one of these is old?
Also, I think after a second look at this, you might find some parts you could take out or revise. Not all of your repetition is effective, and right now the first half seems to go on forever. If this isn't cleaned up, your readers may never reach the much better second half. Shorter lines would help with that rambling appearance as well.
Overall, there's some good stuff in this, but it's clouded by long lines and lack of stanzas. I liked the part about diamonds through the end. Keep writing!