Michael Eyre Poems

I wish I could write a love poem
That makes you laugh and cry.
I'd fill it with sweet imagery,
But good words are hard to come by.
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'Am I a poet? ' he ponders,
'Who says I've made the grade? '
'I surely need the right degree,
Be published, and be paid? '
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The Hunter treads the well worn trail,
His outline drawn in pale moonlight.
Pausing, jaw ajar, nostrils flared,
He stares into the crisp cold night.
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