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.
Young poets keep creating spilling emotions upon a page Beautiful poem. Thank you.
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
wow, secrets come into play in the hands of poets and new poets.. love it