- Young poet write
Of the harshness of life, the angst, the melancholy and disappointments
But use care with hate,
For if too much is spilled on paper,
Soon it becomes your own human trait:
There's many a page
Filled with a poets rage,
While words fresh and fair
Are so utterly rare -
Thus the true poetic mind
Must stretch to find
Grace, Beauty and Serenity
In phrases bound for infinity -
Our souls are poems
That forever live on and on,
So write them well
With the fire of love always burning brighter
than the dread bitterness of hell.
Nice poem Smoky, i think we all try to write well but like me some times we fail. You have not faild with this Smoky, nice write. A 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WELL said old friend, great poem.