Once more dear friend I write for Poetry you were born ,
Whats has been said is less,
For all Verse you must adorn.
Patron Saint of bright day,
Idol of Starry-Night,
Nebula of all joy,
Years of Rhyme to incite.
Born in my fledgling Verse all words ingrained by you,
Your blood so flows within the pen,
And so all tribute grew.
So placing end to end all lines that now have run,
These works for you I’m sure lay claim,
This Poem is Ten-Years long.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2025 20:08
- Comment from author about the poem: A Poem for a Muse.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
This poem speaks to the idea that every word written is a continuation of a legacy, a piece of a larger tapestry that spans years and lifetimes. It also brings with it a sense of reverence and gratitude towards poetry, acknowledging its role in giving life and meaning to the writer's words.I especially love the notion that "Your blood so flows within the pen," which vividly illustrates the deep connection between the poet and their craft. The concluding sentiment, that the poem is "Ten-Years long," elegantly emphasizes the enduring impact and lasting tribute of the poet's work. Thus it’s such a beautiful reflection on the power of words and the timeless nature of poetic expression. 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Thank you for Reading, and your Comments.
You’re most welcome 🙏🏻 🕊👍🏻
Nice.
Thanks, Glad you liked it.
Yes, very nice poem.
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