Poet

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I am not a poet 

 

More a hack

 

Limited vocabulary 

 

Rhyme I choose 

 

Don't know a prose from a muse.

 

 

How did I get here?

 

Had thoughts in my head

 

Hours of explaining 

 

Boring others to death. 

 

 

I needed to summarise

 

A gift I had found

 

A platform for poetry 

 

A voice in the crowd. 

 

It's hard to catch

 

These swirling words

 

I know His glory goes on forever 

 

If I catch a little 

 

I have now found a tether.

 

 

To all my friends I do not know

 

To a special breed

 

May wisdom flow.

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 10th, 2024 03:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    I'm sure you know all about iambic pentameters, when they're 'at home', as it's said! lol

    • 2781

      I can tap my toes

    • Tony36

      Great write

      • 2781

        Thanks

        • Tony36

          You're welcome

        • Goldfinch60

          Fine words 2781, just keep writing them.

          Andy

          • 2781

            Thanks Andy, catching then is the trick!

          • Cheeky Missy

            Mmm, dunno. Methinks you're a poet and appreciates your humility. Beautiful tribute to the art and human frailty. Delightfully rendered with a winsome poignancy. Thank you for sharing.



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