Peter S. Quinn


There Are Those Words - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are those words
That poet grow,
We call them poetry;
And if you listen
You will know
And sometime even see
The pictures they bring,
Into your mind.
To make your mind fly free
Like birds in trees,
They have their wings
For you and likewise me;
Or otherwise,
You couldn't know
Neither the forest nor the tree
That all this art
Is so special for
And wants us all to be,
So we can take a look ourselves
And hidden meanings see.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 17, 2011


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