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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sweet are the verses in rhymes that are sung that genius the mind in history does crown Blank white pages with divinity and splendor Stoned face, haunting or dark and yet tender. With celestial visions charmed as they be Will but lighten our hearts with a spirit free With the streaming pulse of unwavering joy With crystal enlightenment, this is our ploy - That our names would lie in history's book That eternal we'll be remembered, but look There's a poet clasped on the mighty wind Where the perfumed blossoms softly bend In sweet sighs like deep breaths, to blend With rippling streams in murmurs and then There his solitude has sought no fame Among the throngs of mightiest names Like Byron, Elizabeth, Keats and Emily Like Shakespeare, Poe, Blake and Shelly But in the warm breath of silence he lays Where no man may gather and praise Gifted his glimmered thoughts proceeding With humility's grace and love exuding From blessed a heart as pure as the springs Clasped upon God's wondrous wings. Oh never lose sight of our earthly treasure That beyond every carnal soothing pleasure Is that gleaming gift imparted to us all That in poetry's grace we may stand tall In fun or in fame or in dream's pursuit In practice or in shame or in joys mute That our pleasured words, we may mute not Thro' life's sorrowing moments and yet but Thro' the coursing days of history's lines How sweet the verses when sung in rhymes. What does poetry mean to you personally? I'm open to heartfelt expressions to the question.
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