As autumn comes each time it's due,
roses fade, and leaves change hue;
autumn has it's place in time,
as does the poet that chooses rhyme.
For banners flown in other lands
do nothing in their own grandstands;
nothing helps, in my own view,
when poets gifted just turn blue.
So leaves are bound to fall again
when autumn comes to poets' pen,
but after snowfall, after rain
the poets heart will pound again.
For though the icy hand lay hold
and poets thoughts and hopes grow cold,
a heart that breathes such poetry
can never fail, it just can't be.
God speed through your dark of night,
your time of wresting wrong from right;
and God bless all your fortitude,
regained in silent solitude;
God speed you through the silent hour
when voices fail, the fading flower;
God bring you back to joy again
inscribed on leaves by poets' pen.
Author notes
A time to speak out, a time to be silent. God bless.
A contest entry
- Inspiration needed by Spiritual Poet.
1500 points, ended December 6, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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This is a good piece. I like the sentiments you are putting forth in it. To be honest, I do feel there are areas where they rhyme is just a bit too foreced. But overall it is a warm piece and lovely.
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amazing
wow this piece is amazing. good rhyme as your words just seem to flow so naturally
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Thanks very much!
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