Poets are abundance
In this wonderful world
But the ones I respect
Are here and my friends
Their penmanship
Paint their stories of old
From love, life
And hate and
And different
Aspects on life
A mournful child
A lost soul
Loss of lost love
And family and friends
They delve into hardships
Or remember a child smile
They express, they are talented
They be poets of this world
So this I say to one to all
I bow to the poet
That's inside of us all
HERE! ...HERE! And may I bow to you young Poetess, on one knee, before thee... with the above poem in hand so I may recite it back to you! Well Done, Kaila ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry is appreciated in the peaceful world, not in the war ridden countries, as they need verses to inspire them. Are we living in peace? Kaila George.. Actually this poem is simple and sweet! I liked it!