Array ( [sid] => 185886 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Poet [time] => 2019-02-12 02:24:06 [hometext] => Everything has its beauty but not everyone can see it... [bodytext] => In a poet"s world the stars are dancers
ballerinas robed in twinkling light
ushered to the stage on wings of Angels
when the day at last succumbs to night


Sunset is a fleeting sea of colors
brushed upon the canvas of the skies
patiently awaiting mother darkness
then slipping from the sight of mortal eyes




Trees of winter stand as ancient soldiers
guardians whose vigil will not cease
catching pleasant dreams in barren branches
to share with us so we may sleep in peace



Raindrops are the tears of spirit lovers
as they cry in happiness and bliss
mingling with the sun to build a rainbow
then falling to the Earth with quenching kiss...




Some can"t find the beauty that surrounds them
others may not care for rhyme or prose
but when they see a stem left bare and broken
the poet closes eyes and smells the rose.


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A Poet
Date: Tuesday, 12th February 2019 @ 02:24:06 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Rakerman1999
In a poet"s world the stars are dancers
ballerinas robed in twinkling light
ushered to the stage on wings of Angels
when the day at last succumbs to night


Sunset is a fleeting sea of colors
brushed upon the canvas of the skies
patiently awaiting mother darkness
then slipping from the sight of mortal eyes




Trees of winter stand as ancient soldiers
guardians whose vigil will not cease
catching pleasant dreams in barren branches
to share with us so we may sleep in peace



Raindrops are the tears of spirit lovers
as they cry in happiness and bliss
mingling with the sun to build a rainbow
then falling to the Earth with quenching kiss...




Some can"t find the beauty that surrounds them
others may not care for rhyme or prose
but when they see a stem left bare and broken
the poet closes eyes and smells the rose.




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