Poesy's Store Poem by Chris Whittle
Poesy's Store
POESY'S STORE
Some with five and some with four
Beat in time on fancy's door
Glean I sprays from Poesy's store
Who reads poems anymore?
Trilling birds in sylvan glades
Gather dust upon the page
Like all things that come to age
Even Verse in time must fade
In their youth they charmed their Day
High bright Stars sowed wide their Say
Over court and land held sway
But their charms have melt away
Shall again sweet Rhyme rally
Through our hearts once more sally?
On her Muse, airy ally
Sure as May, eventually
You wrote an imensely excellent poem, I read and reread this lovely poem, very touching!
Who reads poems anymore? Very beautifully worded, I have enjoyed every lword and line, all divine, Your question in one of the stanzas: WHO reads poems anymore? WE are reading now poems, I am reading NOW poems and just KNOW it all poems will become IMMORTAL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:51:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
5 Stars fullest on TOP and to my Favourites. Thank you so much for sharing this poetic end-rhymed poem.