David Nickle Read Poet Free verse

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Productions, no raw material,
visions infinate, born ethereal.
Imaginations memory, 
cojouring thoughts where they dwell.
Images taken, the empty minds void,
depthless well,we poets the weavers,
of timeless spells.
Tommorows muse not present or past,
imortality, ink made fast,
when future poets study whats passed.

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Robin Davis October 9, 2013 at 10:57 PM This is creative and imaginative. Every poet has their own style and uniqueness. Nice job

Yanny Widjanarko December 23, 2012 at 6:33 PM Still your words captivated me, :) i think i found 1 more poet to be fave :)

Poet Destroyer A September 3, 2012 at 11:26 AM David, i see what i see, and i love your perception, on what weaves inside us.. I'm glad we are all poetry in our own forms... thanks for the hi..pd

Robert Pettit August 21, 2012 at 11:18 PM A unique way of looking at things on this site. This was an interesting read.

Watisungla Ao August 20, 2012 at 7:33 AM Well written..appreciate ur unique kind of work.

Fisayo Aderounmu August 19, 2012 at 3:18 PM Nice piece David oxox.

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl August 13, 2012 at 6:53 AM Nice one David xx soup mail

Anne-Lise Andresen August 12, 2012 at 1:06 PM Well written poem David. - Thank you for visit and comments my poem. - Have a nice new week. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)