Walterrean Salley

Gold Star - 13,852 Points (Savannah, Ga)

Walterrean Salley Poems

201. For Walter Reed's Former Days 8/23/2011
202. Haiku: Flood 8/23/2011
203. Memories 8/23/2011
204. Haiku: Night 8/23/2011
205. Haiku: Purple 8/23/2011
206. A Song Of The Soul 9/4/2011
207. Hold To Your Faith 9/4/2011
208. Happy Retiring 9/4/2011
209. A Sonnet For A Delightful Read 9/4/2011
210. Mr. Sun 9/4/2011
211. Shadow And Sunbeam 9/4/2011
212. Love 9/4/2011
213. The Wind 11/24/2009
214. Cartoons 9/4/2011
215. A Song For Labor Day 9/4/2011
216. Grandma Hattie Mae 9/9/2011
217. Granny's Front Yard 9/9/2011
218. Central Junction (A Limerick) 9/9/2011
219. Knowledge (A Cinquain) 9/9/2011
220. Father Hornbill (A Cinquain) 9/9/2011
221. Life Is A Sacred Pilgrimage (Prose) 9/9/2011
222. For September 11 9/11/2011
223. Haiku: Day 9/11/2011
224. Haiku: Darkness 9/11/2011
225. Haiku: Dawn 9/11/2011
226. Downtown With Momma 9/11/2011
227. Art Underrated 9/11/2011
228. Cinquain: Japanese Red Maple 9/11/2011
229. Maple Leaf 9/11/2011
230. Haiku: Twilight 9/11/2011
231. Sonnet—the Amy Winehouse Story 9/11/2011
232. On Grief Bearing 9/11/2011
233. Dove 9/11/2011
234. Nature’s Antics 9/11/2011
235. A Rosebud Sonnet 9/11/2011
236. Innocence Suffers 9/11/2011
237. Compassion Neglected 9/11/2011
238. Poured… Poring 9/11/2011
239. Cost Of Living 9/11/2011
240. Haiku: Flowers 9/11/2011

Comments about Walterrean Salley

  • Mafia Evans (11/18/2012 4:32:00 AM)

    I love your works. You are a very gifted poet whose poems are inspirational and motivational. Sometimes, I read them when I feel down, and they really lift my spirits. Did you know that your poems appear on many different websites? And what a blessing they are. Well, God Bless and do keep writing. Many best wishes to you. Regards… M.E.
    -Mafia Evans (from Facebook)

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  • Mafia Evans (11/18/2012 4:29:00 AM)

    I love your works. You are a very gifted poet whose poems are inspirational and motivational. Sometimes, I read them when I feel down, and they really lift my spirits. Did you know that your poems appear on many different websites? And what a blessing they are. Well, God Bless and do keep writing. Many best wishes to you. Regards… M.E.

    -Mafia Evans (from Facebook)

  • The Reader The Reader (9/12/2012 1:59:00 AM)

    Salley's poems are simple & effective...
    wordsworth's theory of poetic diction is still followed, as poetry is the word of every heart, so it should be within the reach of even a lay man.Biology and God stays with me as my favorite...
    the reader -

  • Lawrence H Lawrence H (3/20/2012 2:08:00 AM)

    Walterrean, you are excellent poet and prolific writer. I appreciate and like to read some of your poems.

  • Sarah Dunbar (2/18/2012 3:55:00 AM)

    Your poems delve into every facet of life—to show its depth, breadth and height. They offer everything from inspiration to comfort. And from enlightenment to intrigue. And also humor. Been reading your works for years and it only gets better. Looking forward to more. Godspeed.

  • Walterrean Salley (2/18/2012 3:43:00 AM)

    From : Samantha Drummond (United States ;)
    To : Walterrean Salley
    Date Time: 4/15/2011 4: 11: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00)
    Subject : Hey!

    I've been reading your posts and you're a great writer! !

  • Anie Vans (1/27/2012 3:27:00 AM)

    Great work. Very gifted. You're quite an asset to the poetic community.

  • Nivedita Dutta (8/1/2011 9:12:00 AM)

    Your poems are small but carry great meaning........keep it up

Best Poem of Walterrean Salley

A Common Addiction Among Poets

Intoxicated by the inspiration
Of his trade—
With mental powers at work,
A true poet rarely sleeps.
His mind ever churning
With powerful imagery
That produces thought,
Sound, rhythm and gesture.
He molds with metaphor,
Shapes with simile,
And paints with irony
Like some great maestro
In his toil to produce
A beautiful symphony
For himself and all who would enjoy.
Little wonder he rarely sleeps.

© 2009

Read the full of A Common Addiction Among Poets

It's Her Time

I counted the wrinkles in her hands
Whom life had subtly passed by.
She got no visits and no mail,
No one phoned her to say hi.

On the table by the window,
A lovely portrait of her youth.
With feeble hands she caressed
The image that so seemed to soothe.

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