Published May 16, 2006
(I had to write this for school. I figured I'd post it.)
Feeding print in finery
At the hypocenter of
Death-defying reality –
You feel the guilty casualty
Of a pounding, tender heart.
I, hear to whisper that no penned word is needless,
and no fruit of yours born seedless.
For we, so young and infantile
We know our words are not futile
Due to the wisdom and the wile,
Or the impetus or our art –
Educator, so sagacious,
Us apprentices now born on our idyllic starts
Thank you
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OK, I just posted on another poem of yours and told you that i havent read anymore of yours, well now i have.
I really like this poem too. When i read a poem i love emotion, like most people do. This poem had lots of emotion and i feel that you used great words to discribe that emotion.(which is something i need to learn to do) But all in all I liked you poem alot.