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Grannyeri

Words and thoughts, through this book
we share with all who read
from us to all of you
sentiments we concede
trust you like poetry
deep from our hearts to yours
musings sent especially
hope forever it endures

Janice m Pickett

Dreams, wishes and memories
Hearts with common goals
thoughts swirling
brains pumping
eyes like burning coals
From straining at the puter screen
our shoulders feel like lead
our fingers have all gone to sleep
our neck muscles are dead

Lady Pegasus

Gather 'round ye poets dear
come now all, need have no fear
Take thy pen to hand and heart
to form thy beauteous written art
Words collected in thy thought
debating choice: if thy aught
Strain thy mind to work the craft
and not appear to all as daft
Each hath an honour to display
a muse on which we draw each day
To make a masterpiece that's fit
defined as art, as it is writ

Celticpoet

Inspiration escapes my mind
Ideas have all taken flight
I sit here staring vacantly
For almost half the night

Princess Perdue

The poet lifts his pen
To free the sleeping voice
A language cloaked in beauty
All thoughts now spill the ink.
And the turbulence of love and pain
Lay etched for all to see
A tapestry of dormant words
Are now flowing fast and free.

RuthKephart

His pen becomes his magic wand;
One wave and even he
Is transported through time and space
Within his poetry.
He dares recall his younger years,
The joy, but too the pain
As words become a bridge, a path,
To things he can’t explain.

JeannieD

With all birth comes labor pains
but the end result brings forth light
New life that can reestablish lost hope
inspiring ideas to set wrongs right
With each stroke of the poet's pen
a new world begins to form
Mere words that are aligned so well
our minds eye sees what they perform

Sabir Abdus Samee

I sat to write a poem
Nothing comes out from my pen
Suddenly the poem is born by itself
because every poem has its own life

Zero the Hero

Lightening strikes upon the page
revealing our inner thoughts
Straggling lines form the words
for our book they are sought
Love and lies fear and pain
strain at their creative leash
Waiting for the poets eye
to give our verse belief

DawnBaby

All bound together between pages of this book,
Samples of our poetry please come take a look.
Each of us has shared a little piece of our art,
Words flow from our pens straight from our heart.
A poet’s work is seldom discovered in his time,
Our lives are spent in search of perfect rhyme.
Most great poets discovered are long since dead.
Prefer we're noticed while we are alive instead.

aslanlight

Into the ether spirits pour
Forth imaginings flying free
If it is not it cannot be thought
Therefore all that is can be written
Radiated through the fingers
Of the travellers
Seeking truth in poetic form
Passing on the torch throughout time

Cannonsfire

And in the light of morning
thoughts of the night are clear,
a page lies empty and waiting
for only the hand to stir
pen rampaging, of love and life
to right the wrongs, remove the strife

Soulful Woman

Thoughts overwhelm my mind
My soul full of the ink that my
heart will use to write
My words tell a story
as feelings spill across the page
Sharing my loves, hurts,
goals, happiness, and dreams
I want only for others to know that
I HAVE LIVED

sunny day

Thoughts of poets we give to you,
asking of you to come and read.
Emblazoned mem'ries we construe,
you'll find we are a special breed.
Fill your hearts with joy and laughter,
verbiage that leaves you weeping.
Dreams remembered you chase after,
visions in your mind are seeping.

InkstarRN

In ink, we write to record rhythmically,
experiences and feelings many share.
Wordily describing everyday life,
poetically, and with dramatic flair.

SilverNight

And each thought that you shall see
Was felt or known by all
In hidden dreams or wandered thoughts
Or in the truth of life
for what we write is what we know
and everything we want to show

angelica

A vision of a dream unfolds
as pen to paper I write
a poem to grace our book
much beauty to behold
how blessed I am to have this chance
to be with Poet’s renown
heart is pumping wildly
as through the book I glance

Kevo MF Last

Words that have been supressed
for far to long
are released when pen touches paper
in the form
of jagged cursive writing
they are not always beautiful
and they are not always cursive
but they will forever be
known as the poetry of me

Poetryality

A verse that zips in jet impelling force
Flying words that keep on whizzing by
Then, sets the writer's ink pen on due course
And spins unfurling great writs with a sigh
Coward or brave these humans that shall be
For sake of rhyme and reason and free verse
Combine as one, collective poetry
So, sentences spill out as unrehearsed


Puppydog


Dreams, faith and hope from the heart
All that is beautiful, the things
from which we never wish to part
Flow smoothly in words of many phrases and forms
Bringing souls safely through terrible storms
Warming hearts with love and joy
Sharing all that is cherished with
every girl and boy

Pamela Mae Rhew Bush

Poetry explodes from the depths of our souls

releasing a part of who we are

in collaboration we convey separate emotions

as we coalesce together in written words

our hearts are replete with expressive styles

so we give of ourselves in poetic song

clothed within a fulfilling calm

we rest in quietude as new verse takes shape