• poetry2112 7w

    Poetry is not dead

    You give life with your words
    Then you dazzle me with your art
    I dream, I woke, I thought of you
    Your imprint is on my heart.
    Some say you tell the tale of grief
    And things that fall apart.
    With love and peace and happiness
    All written from your arm.
    A poet is a zealous priest of things unseen with eyes.
    Creating canvases.. my masterpiece is
    Much proof you are alive.
    Tell me can you tell me please??
    The deceased can penetrate I..
    And poets well ahead of me gifted beyond the sky


    Poetry is NOT dead

    Chelsea Rene Alford