Transient poet
a traveller of time
Words have all been written
care taken to rhyme
From the peasant to the king
the word is spoken
This chain of love could never be
simply broken
Simplicity of words for all
to understand
There’s no need for complication
just a steady hand
Imagination can be brought
to any page
Surprising when it becomes
the latest rage
Time, and time again
my ink shall spill
But thats the whole idea
so I surely will
Natural poetry in motion
has no end
Into the untold future these words
I shall send.
A contest entry
- one day contest. by layla..
1050 points, ended March 11, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow. hope you can
i believe you forgot to follow the contest requirement. left alignment *hint*
anyway, you poem does have a smooth flow. and i enjoyed it. thanks for entering.
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