Real Poets Poems

The Raven and the Bard
-Daniel Henry Rodgers

The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night,
Its haunting words, a melody of fright.
The Bard's natural lines, like "Evangeline's"...

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I went for my early morning run,
just me and my young son.
It was to be a lot of fun,
then home for a hot cross bun.
We...

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like shadows they follow us
they tell their stories 
on pages 
that may or may not 
be seen, or read,
we a'muse them -

"we", of course, are...

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"A Writer must Feel The Words So The Reader Can Feel The Words. By Poet"


Have you heard about this new thing,
this new thing called AI.
Is...

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Dine and dash we are on the go
look at all the food below
warm soup is for me
with crackers and brie
are we eating real fast or...

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A million ways to spend a day
not tried them all but have to say,

that if I had the way to when
I’d quiet find and open...

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it’s too wet, too gloomy, too damp
putting me in a bad mood,
I am too annoyed to write
I wanted to picnic today
this storm has ruined everything!
Dang...

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And I embrace the realm of modern poetry,
Wild and free, its spirit flowing through me.
In a world of ever-changing forms and styles,
I navigate currents with...

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Beware of sister sights that crave your work 
one minute your work debut the next day 

your title even name is in use beware of...

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"Healing scar"

People have their own scars,
they don't know how to start,
how recover from that part,
of memories comes from a past war.

the wound are fresh ang...

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A POET’S PREROGATIVE
 
We right our souls as we
Write our souls because we must,
 
Or like confetti, the words'll bust
Out from us willy-nilly, and
 
Poets...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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Once, when I was young – another writer,
A poet and poetry lover, someone undiscovered…
She (it could have been he since I only knew 
Pen names...

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Poems for Poets X
Poems about Poets X



Sinking
by Michael R. Burch

for Virginia Woolf

Weigh me down with stones ...
   fill all the pockets of my...

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Tired of the hatred 

Among one another 

The killing of our brothers 

This is not good at all. 

 

This world is dying slowly 

There’s...

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