The Poet Poem by william Konrad
The Poet
Poets write of death and love
Of hell below and heaven above
Nothing escapes the poets pen
Not robin, sparrow, hawk nor wren.
His subject for a poem might be
Of birth, growing up, or puberty
His arsenal of things to write
An endless source of sheer delight
What moves one to word and pen?
A longing for what might have been?
A clearer look at days gone by?
Rethinking life and wondering why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/29/2026 2:06:51 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Great poem. Rich in imagery and style. Wonderfully conceived. Liked it. I rated it 10/10. Please read and write my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.