It Is Simply About The Words Poem by DM W
It Is Simply About The Words
I am not into popinjays and 'well known' names,
Rather each golden word that glistens on the page.
For there are those who graft and craft regularly,
While others rely on their 'personalities'.
It seems, that those who like to scheme and chase big dreams;
Those who constantly seek applause and faux glory,
Are often the ones with nothing of note to say.
They're as fleeting as sunshine on a summer's day.
O in my time, I have seen them all come and go
And very few of them can move my sovereign soul!
an interesting write they say empty vessels make the loudest noise I wrote a poem about that very thing too many wayward pages written, thoughts that float not tethered by reason. how can you write so much and mean so little I asked if you write for glory then it means not a thing but the silence said it all.
A well penned superior poem. Simply impressive.....10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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1/18/2026 6:10:26 PM # 1.0.0
Many thanks for your kind and perceptive comments Bernard and Paul.