Osinachi Richard Poet Free verse

Models of Old

I nurse a dream of being a poet
Writing like Frosts, Shakespeares and Poes
Yet each glance at old works of poets
Sees my tall dream standing on its toe

Reading the lines so old and new
I marvel at arts which sweet words paint 
How so subtle their sharp curves hue
Fair etiquettes on a soulful chant 

I stand before the picture of my dream
Watching its shadow meet the face of the sun
With sparkles and glitters in streams
Words of old have my dream reborn

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Beata Agustin November 30, 2024 at 1:29 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.