Poems speak conscience an' depth
Silent words, empowered breadth
Lines in sync that merge and glide
Images... from a bards Third Eye
Poems deliver on authors command
Emotional notion, required demands
For attention, impression only from those
Who honor all poetry, venerate prose
Poems chronicle life, death and whim
Tell-tales of Nature on Mothers winds
Echoing timeline, birth date an' death
A classical epitaph archived to rest
Poems have roamed this God holy Earth
Before 'anos domini', Yashua's birth
Which speaks to all who refuse to eschew
That God, Himself, must love Poetry too
So, fellow scribes...' What does poetry do
It is all and everything God, Himself drew
On His blueprint for Life and Natures nest
And a plan that we be..His Soul architects.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You appear to be one of the TOP NOTCHER'S here please comment on my poem ''MOMS SMILES''' does she still me hear.... just say it loud and clear I can't hear o poet dear