All Poets of The Poem Hunters
Awake on This Site-Let Us all Unite
We are poets from every site
Teach yours love, Yes, nothing else.
Talent will grow if love enters race.
Teach your child love, watch flowering life
In gardens, in deserts and in chilly space.
How unlucky the poets…are
They don't know
How unlucky they are…!
You are never Black
Hughes; You need a Hag
Who says ‘My Faith Is Best'?
They don't recognize what that faith is
They don't feel what is 'Soul of Faith'...
They are illiterate in all faiths...
“What should I say?
Since Faith is dead”
Sir Thomas Wyatt penned,
Before five century
It is still true...After so long...
To repeat... ‘Faith is dead’...;
My Songs in Me
My songs in me,
I want to sing,
Imagine your self somewhere
Sitting under blooming trees
Sending from your hearted mind
E-mails, helping others to feel free,