Poems will come,
poems will go, we bury them every day
Yet, some achieve immortality,
as fossils embedded in hardened clay
How is it that some seems blessed by the pen,
while standing by others judged as a mess?
One has emotions which pour from the heart
Others are long words in a Walmart bought dress
In the morning the songbirds sing out their poem
I have asked them why they know but one song?
"It's expressing the one of which each one is fond,
as it's not about writing, we are just calling the dawn"
I have carefully examined the manner of choice,
as me and myself have come to a consensus
Just write from the heart, your own piece of art
Then venture to Walmart, they are not that expensive
As gold embedded with priceless gems,
we constantly put them on display
What is it that distinguishes one from the next,
has nothing to do as regards what that we say
(2) Many poems, sadly, do get overlooked. I have looked over this one and like it very much.
(7) ... and there are surely others that I am OVERLOOKING. The latest is Freeyad Ibrahim, who gave his notice today.
(6) Mandolyn, Wes Vogler, Laurie Van Der Hart, Kelly Kurt, Captain Cur, Valsa George, Pamela Sinecrope...
(5) More and more poets have decided to leave this site for once and for all.
(4) With all the problems PH has been having lately, I have not been spending nearly as much time here.
I know what you mean Kim, I check back now and then myself, it's a shame, this used to be a wonderful poetry site
(3) So many poems get posted every day, and some of us log in not that often, so it's impossible to read them all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My first comment was too long. And it was brilliant, too! I'll never remember it all again!
Thank you Kim, lol, that happens to me also, I miss the people you have mentioned, I'm on another site
Good to see you Kim