Young Poets so naive
with pen in hand
spilling emotions
upon a page
Autumn leaves turn
to gold
catching in the
wind blow away
Angel flakes of white
cover the ground
creating magic
thoughts of a life
time surface
secrets of the ages
come into play.
wow, secrets come into play in the hands of poets and new poets.. love it
When young poets move their pen over the paper, secrets of the ages come into play. Beautiful way of presenting the young talents!
A young poets coming of age in the world of poetry. A pen in hand conceiving their first poem and giving birth to it. A new beginning. Nice.
From small acorns mighty oak trees do come springs to mind. Young poets 'grow' their poems until maturity comes to life. A good poem.
Youngesters spill their emotions in different ways and young poets choose spill them in a lovely musings! Superb write dear mam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Young poets keep creating spilling emotions upon a page Beautiful poem. Thank you.