THE POET
Let your profound thoughts flow through a pen,
In the world you know where you've been.
From days of yore and to the present.
Where souls of pulchritude long for presentment.
Let your profound thoughts flow through a pen,
From sorrows, joys, hardships, and pain.
The ideas of the world you hear, feel and see,
Bring love, peace of mind, and beauty.
by Jearna Emerson
07-11-2010
07/11/2010
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| NUMBERS | 1 | 07/22/2010 |
| STEEL BIRD | 0 | 07/22/2010 |
| IN MEMORY OF THE ADVENT OF DUSK | 0 | 07/14/2010 |
| THE HUMAN RACE | 1 | 07/11/2010 |
| THE POET | 1 | 07/09/2010 |
| LIGHTHOUSE | 1 | 07/08/2010 |
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