John Rhinem Poet I do not know?

When the Poetry Fades Away

Dull becomes the page, when there's nothing left to say 

When the classroom is empty and the projector is blank

And the halls echo in silence their voices now gone 

Autumns past, as the inspiration dies and the winter dawns....

Gathering my pens and a felt unto the chalkboards place 

One final mark amid this farewell, to leave but a happy trace 

As turning out the lights to close the door upon times

Crossing a vacant lot to leave this world; its colours behind....

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....“When The Poetry Fades Away” ~

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Debbie Duncan February 5, 2016 at 3:23 AM What a nice poem :)

Cindy Cayton December 16, 2015 at 7:09 AM Oh, how I can feel this... Not writing much, life is wondrous here. Delivered from a satanic plan, witchcraft, and even a a Jezebel spirit. My eyes sparkle and shine! People notice. Apologies for holding on so tight God saw a way and I got a room in a widows house, little at first did I know she had been a pastors wife for decades. Wow... I've never really loved. I needed you. Thought you could help me somehow and I wouldn't let you go. I like you. Forgive?

Charmaine Chircop June 22, 2015 at 4:52 AM Hope all is well..This is beautiful poetry..Charma.

Steven Cooke April 14, 2012 at 2:18 PM Excellent write great opening line and a great finishing line . I like this

Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet April 13, 2012 at 6:05 PM Heart felt...awesome write.

Christopher Flaherty April 13, 2012 at 4:59 PM Dear John When our soup has gone cold and there is nothing left to say , We all go away , Nice Poem , Good Work , Cheers

Charmaine Chircop April 13, 2012 at 4:50 PM I hope poetry never fades away john..