Poem - Poem by Ken Bennight
Letters are by poets measured,
sacred lines has gifts of treasure,
discovered by the readers pleasure,
has a breath that's shared by all.
Sentences are mostly wishes,
begging just to sing.
And the sounds that always dance togather,
brings promise to this thing,
thats called a poem...
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You