For Dead Poets Who Yet Live...
For Dead Poets Who Yet Live
The earth swallowed you—
spitting out seeded words
to linger like dusty books;
pages yellowing on rotting shelves.
Like your blood,
your ink well has dried—died.
Tomorrow
we go in search of mangers—seeking
the resurrected word—crying out.
Old poets—at last—die; but
their words are reborn
in the pregnant minds left behind.
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Word play and imagery was stellar! How wonderful that the words live on in hearts and minds.
Read Woven's poemsmlowe5
Thanks Woven. Your feedback is most appreciated. Let us keep the "WORDS" alive. I children need to know OurStory! Peace and Love.
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I have to agree, this was a great write. Never let the words die
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Thanks Xclusive. May Our Words live in eternity--as Truth is. Peace and Love. Blessing be upon You from The Most High.
Read mlowe5's poemsKingqadardwon'
A-bsolutely, E-lectrifying, I-ncouraging, O-utstanding, U-nderstood and Y-esterforever! This piece gave me some poetic life and inspiration! Thank you for sharing.. Peace, love, and blessings forever sir.. 1love
Read Kingqadardwon''s poems2b2b2
Indeed, Superb Sentiment......thanks for sharing!
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