On this site reside, poets new others tried, feelings from people that write
One is king with numbers read, Another in hymns to be sung not said
A poem unread is a poem dead, read other's work your muse to incite
A word unuttered kept inside is a poem that's died, a message never spread
Plant your words in fertile soil, with ink your pen oil, stain of words that bleeds
Spill words on the page, with your poems engage your readers
From life and poets pick your seeds, discarding rocks and unwanted weeds
Planted deep in fertile readers, they'll grow to tall cedars and future leaders
This was a great poem! Indeed a poem unread is a poem dead! Let us use our time to not only produce more and more poetry for others to read but let us read other's poetry ourselves! I definitely agree. And this poem rhymes which adds to its artistic value in my opinion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well penned, and you make a very good point!