Pen to Page

The power of this pen when put to page

allows my sharpened sonnets center stage

to pierce the pale and palpitating part

of each and every vagrants vacant heart.

Some poets scream their words into a mic,

still others express their hatred and dislike.

When we stand we have the nations eye,

and when we speak we guide the nations cry.



The words I speak are nothing but a sound,

and could never ere be heard from under ground;

but with the scribing of this tome on tree

can all within this sepulcher be free.

When all is lost the poet brings us hope.

When we must climb the poet throws a rope.

In our darkest hour he gives us wings,

and with the perfect rhyme he almost sings



These lyrics from the sky like drops of rain

arrange strange letters in a perfect stain.

Tears can not express in every way;

no action and no countenance convey,

but each and every sentence holds a thought

which only in succession can be taught.

Only in this poetry can you feel,

understand, learn to love and heal.



Poetry is the music of my soul,

and only in it's song can I be whole

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the first thing i've written in a while.  I hope there is more to come. Just so it's easy to understand. Tome is a portion of a larger volume of work, like a chapter in a book.  A sepulcher is a tomb or a grave.  And countenance is a facial expression.

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Kathleen Kelly's picture

this is the one. this is my favorite line,
"These lyrics from the sky like drops of rain
arrange strange letters in a perfect stain."
so cool!

lavalady's picture

Wonderful. Good job! All of your poems sound so beautiful. I like how you put your feelings into words.