Kathy Larivee Poet Free verse

From My Pen

There's things you don't know, words yet to be read. 
They flow out through my pen, with so much to be said. 
They're mine, all my own, every line, every part 
Whether rhyme or a story they come from the heart. 
The ink has a voice that begs to be heard,
Thoughts, dreams and wishes now become words. 
Why do I write them for no one to hear,
Continue to spill them into a deaf ear?
To me they mean something, to others- who knows.
From deep down inside then to paper they go. 
Quiet they wait these things I have written
Heart and soul now on paper should you choose to listen.

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Poet Destroyer A April 5, 2015 at 4:09 PM KATHY, Dropped by to say hi and congratulate you on having your poem selected by Soup's Administration. This is a wonderful poem to have featured on the homepage. Have yourself a Happy Easter ~Always & Forever~ LINDA

John Squires January 26, 2015 at 1:39 PM Sounds like something I might write and quite appropriate to our work. Well done. Keep up the good work. I have over 500 poems I have written and most have not been ready by anyone else yet. I was happy to find this place and get to read good poems like yours.

Dorian Petersen Potter January 7, 2015 at 10:39 PM Very nice pen Kathy! I really enjoyed your excellent piece from my pen, dear friend. A 7 from me! I wish you the best in 2015! Have a lovely day! :) Love and hugs! xxx D.

John Fleming January 7, 2015 at 8:57 PM I like this, Kathy! You speak for us all! :-) john. Kathy Larivee January 7, 2015 at 9:00 PM Thank you John :) Kathy Larivee January 7, 2015 at 8:59 PM Oh my gosh- your picture...Andrew Weyth....love it! As a matter of fact it inspired my poem "The Window" :)

David Meade January 7, 2015 at 8:53 PM I am listening and I like what I hear. As long as you write, I will listen to your words. So write -- draw upon your heart's imagination . . . be a lover of words. All the best . . .