Bill Cantrell

First Fruits - Poem by Bill Cantrell

A poem in the raw?
Will you stay true to form?
Do not be embellished to the desire to outshine
In your naked state of emotion
You need nothing more

A poem in the rough?
Stretch your wings outward to heavens gates
Disguard the body to enrich the giving soil
Let yourself pass on to something more

A poem in the heart?
What mother could ever abandon her child?
Forever a daughter,
Forever a son
A poem in the heart is the chosen one

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

Comments about First Fruits by Bill Cantrell

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (3/18/2016 1:36:00 PM)

    Excellent poem, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul Kumarmani Mahakul (10/4/2015 5:38:00 PM)

    A poem in raw and a poem in rough too has wonderful idea to share like this. Very wise and wonderful definitely....10 (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (9/4/2015 5:03:00 PM)

    I like this, Bill.
    It's deeper than it at first appears. Certainly made me think! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015

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