Larry Belt Poet Rhyme

A Poem Is Born

What does it feel like to race the wind?
Or to dance in the warm spring rain?
How did it feel the first time you smiled?
Or you wake on your sheets, with a stain?

How did it feel the first time you cried?
The tears streaming down your face
Or the first time you lost at anything,
As you hung your head in disgrace?

How did it feel the first time you lied?
Or the first time you told the truth
How did it feel to sleep in the dark?
Or to pull your very first tooth

How did it feel to get your first kiss,
And wonder why your palms were sweaty?
How did it feel when a loved one died,
Somehow before you were ready?

How did it feel when you found heartache?
With your heart so broken and torn
This is just life, so take it or leave it
But it's how a poem is born

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Ralph Taylor February 16, 2011 at 7:05 AM Excellent piece, Larry. Enjoyed. Ralph

Robert Pettit February 14, 2011 at 4:41 PM You put this poem together quite well. Your words are very descriptive and your rhyming is good.

Gwendolen Song February 14, 2011 at 4:21 PM Your poem took me to a multitude of memories ALL within a VERY short time. Thank you for helping me remember some of my ups and downs that have molded me into the person I am today.