Sonnet: A Weeping Poet
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read her work.
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I weep, and as I weep, the poems roll
Forth into words upon the pristine page
Coalescing to a collected whole
Which mirrors my reflection as I age
Driven from post to pillar, and from there
Back to the unforgiving post again
Who can say whether ever, anywhere
Any security of haven I may gain
In face of forces awesome in their might
Clandestine in their darkened energy
My only hope: continue to do right
And trust an angel to look after me
Either successful in her saving grace,
Or otherwise, with tears upon her face
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This poet is so poor that she can’t even pay proper attention. The littlest contribution, believe her, will be vastly appreciated —
Hey, thanks for the timely shot in the arm, my good brother 😚
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You are loved. Your received many hits on my Tumblr also. I love your work and I pray all things get better for you. You are welcome dear Ana.
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I am loved. What a gift. Thank you.
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I never get hits on Tumblr. You got six quick ones. You are welcome dear Ana.
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A poet, a literary community encourager, and a man of humility also. My pleasure, brother.
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Nice one. As my poet gently weeps…
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A wonderful poem by a talented writer. I had to reblogged.
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👍👍
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