The Poet Poem by Paul Fowler
The Poet
How green is a leaf, how white is a cloud,
Not everything they write,
Has to be so profound.
Be it joyeous, or someone yearning,
There's many a subject,
Is what we are learning.
Free verse, or Shakespearean sonnet,
Whatever it may be,
Just simply enjoy it.
Stand and stare, or wander lonely as a cloud,
Just let yourself go,
Maybe read them out loud.
Embrace them all, just go with it,
Read far and wide,
Lose yourself in the world of a poet.
Well said Paul, there is room for all styles of writing and we should embrace them all. You may like to read mine entitled.... on Poetry.
Lose yourself in the world of a poet........... I like this line but the whole poem is a true reflection of a poet... Awesome poem man. Siya_! !
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 5:23:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice thank you.