W.A. Cholt Poet Free verse

Poetry

But poetry has its own voice 
Sometimes loud and clear 
Like a lion roaring in the jungle 
Crying out against injustice 
Oppression, tyranny and fear, 
Sometimes quiet and gentle 
Like a whisper floating in the air 
A calm voice of comfort 
In a world of dark despair, 
Yes, poetry has its own voice 
Like music or drama 
Played out on the stage 
The composition of the soul 
Reflected on the page. 


              W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2021

               28/8/21

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Joanna Daniel August 28, 2021 at 1:39 AM Right, I sure do agree with you, W.A.C:)

Panagiota Romios August 25, 2021 at 5:28 PM Liked this a lot. poetry need not be about bugs, butterflies and buttercups. How droll and boring. I like it when it goes nose to nose with life...I do mean all of it. Others didisadree. I do not cares! Panagiota Panagiota Romios August 25, 2021 at 5:30 PM PS I meant disagree...Edit button on vacation. ROFLMAO

John Lawless August 24, 2021 at 6:16 AM OH, that last couplet.....a grand summation of the art. Nicely done

L Milton Hankins August 23, 2021 at 5:24 PM Such a well-done commentary on the craft, W.A. I really enjoyed reading it.