poet Marvin Brato Sr

Marvin Brato Sr

(poets Only Dream)

Poets have instinctive expressions
Of the innate indulgence of passions
They can convey the deepest thought.
And the myriad sentiments man fought.

Poets have perceptive imaginations
Of the mysterious things of creations
They can portray the unseen splendors
And the multitude pleasures man candors.

Poets have receptive intuitions
Of the intimate human impressions
They can inscribe the precise scene
And the diverse measures man seen.

Poets have speculative dreams
Of the infinities of all poetic themes
They manipulate to signify the verses
And the poetic rhymes man converses.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Poem Edited: Monday, August 25, 2008

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  • Sandra Fowler (8/29/2008 6:38:00 AM)

    A fine tribute to those who are committed to the art of poetry.
    Praise for your eloquent pen.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra

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  • Thad Wilk (8/21/2008 7:58:00 PM)

    Brilliant read Marvin! This poem covers and reflects
    The poets dream - in 'all aspects'! *10*! !
    Best wishes!
    Friend Thad

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  • C. P. SharmaC. P. Sharma (8/21/2008 12:54:00 AM)

    Very well penned. A poet can give 'airy nothing a local habitation and a name'
    CP.

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  • Geeta Nair (8/21/2008 12:04:00 AM)

    Lovely poem of a poet.....how true are ur verse......
    A poet has a perceptive imagination
    Of the mysterious things of creation
    He can portray the unseen splendor
    And multitude pleasures man adore.

    Really enjoyed......thanks for sharing...........geets

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