The Poet 3 Poem by lady grace

Let the Poetic minds infuse the extra energy and motivation for people to be more creative and help everybody lead a better & happy life. Very nice.

Well I have 2 disagree poetic minds sleep Gracy... Do you sleep at nights? hahahaha don't tell me You wrote this wonderfully.....I am just teasing you Keep your poetic mind awake......... Since it's hard 4 you to sleep.....ha

Lady Grace: This is a very good discriptive poem of the poet mind. Sleep does come hard as we grow older, however I usually do better work during the night and early morning hours. A very good poem. I would love you to comment on any of my work, wheather it be good or bad. Thanks your friend lynn

wondewrful poem.beautifully worded.rhyming too.nice composition. voted10 surya

i know this feeling! ! ! ! i go to sleep and couldn't sleep, cause all sorts of things come to my mind... and all of a sudden get up from bed and start writing some things.... just kidding! ! true i mean in that sense it does help me to sleep.. when i get my burden outa mind after writing some thing.. or else in some sore, tired state... it reading refreshing poems always help.. nice indeed my dear enchanting Lady Grace! ! ! with love shan

man is the best creation of God blessed with wisdom intelligently gifted... like a grass...he grows to cover and protect....... Thank God oldie has realised the fact late in the life that men are gifted with rare intellegence and wisdom..He is meant to protect the womanfalk at home.. nice written and conveyed the message....10 Goldie I wrote.. air the love.. and sincere prayers

lovely images, sensitive poem. you have, as Mark says captured the very essence of life.10 Mamta

This is why man is called a superior being among all the creations.

Life is gift of God, and man is his beautiful creation, and he is lucky to be at earth, you may read my post...i am love, ......, but you words are flowing and getting momentum everty step.......i am getting ripple of smile over my face

Even in showers the words flow with the water At breakfast letters emerge at my cup's corner. In my soup bowl chains of phrases strings at the noodles. I am a poet or just a crazy lady on the page? ? ? Lolzz! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! lovely poem........10+++++++++