Poets Dream Poem by Saint Cynosure
Poets Dream
O circle of poets,
ring of friends,
Ive picked up my pad and pen.
To write the words that hang on walls,
I feel as if it is my call.
To fill the world with paragraphs,
a sentence to forever last.
A piece of me to stay behind,
a journey deep within my mind.
When Ive no voice,
my words will scream,
And as you read,
Ive lived my dream.
this is fantastic! ! ! I really like it. it may be the lack of reading you for a while, but this is really good to me and I am going to add it to my favs. When Ive no voice, my words will scream, I like those lines. great job. PYT
I love this poem you really didn't have nothing to say at first but that said it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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very interesting! keep writing! Dear, friend. Could you read and comment on my poems, such as Terrace of Violence, Hymn to Sun, Hymn to Star, Children Song, The Bridge, Visibly, Mumbai Mourning, A Blissful Wish, Beethoven's Heaven, Cascades of Caprices, Fountain of Fearless Fiance, Valley of Heart, True Sacrifice, Bouquet, Art of Giving, etc., please? Thank you very much.