Poet’s Life

February 8, 2010
The poet writes words
And yet the words mean nothing
No one pays attention
To the words that say something
The words are never read
The words are never heard
The poet isn’t appreciated
And his poetry is not preferred
Once the poet’s life is through
And he passes on
The his words will be read
And the day will bring a new dawn
His life is lost but his work is found
And it is all that remains of him
But soon enough his work will fade
And his memory will be dim





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Powd3er said...
Feb. 17, 2010 at 2:28 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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Cortni B. replied...
Feb. 27, 2010 at 6:30 pm
This poem is amazinggg!!!
Check out "A Little Place"...it's mine.
 
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