Jeremy Street 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, blank

Their halls echoing of silence these voices now gone ?

Autumn's past hope's inspiration dead as, Winter dawns....

Gathering his pens a felt unto the chalkboard's place one final 

Mark amid her farewell to impart but a happy trace ~

As turning out their lights closing this door; upon time's

Crossing a vacant lot: leaving, your world all it's colours, behind....

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....“When The Poetry Fades Away” ~

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Kelly Deschler July 1, 2014 at 4:34 PM "Dull becomes the page, when there's nothing left to say"....That is so true! And this is why I don't write more often. It is so boring listening to a broken record!.... I love this poem, Jeremy, and I'm adding it to my favorites! :)

Casarah Nance June 30, 2014 at 3:56 PM Well said Jeremy, closing the door, leaving the classroom to embrace a new way and a new will, keep on using what you learn, u rock.