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)
- Published: September 10th, 2024 03:04
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
I'm sure you know all about iambic pentameters, when they're 'at home', as it's said! lol
I can tap my toes
Great write
Thanks
You're welcome
Fine words 2781, just keep writing them.
Andy
Thanks Andy, catching then is the trick!
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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