I contribute this poem to Griffonner
Without his insight on my poem POETBAY.
I would have never written this.
Sometimes to fill a void.
Sometimes out of need,
Sometimes our heart bleeds.
Something stirs inside,
Sometimes like a single seed.
Steadily growing so slowly,
Before picking up speed.
I have to confess,
All of the above is me.
Than again here's the rub;
To some I may appear simple,
I write what I write out of love.
Not as some may think of me,
Because of my love of symmetry.
Or for my love of reading poetry,
You may find this a little trite.
I love to share and read poetry,
That myself and others write.
Writing has given me another life.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-04-30 at 00:08
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Without his insight on my poem POETBAY.
I would have never written this.
POETRY
We All write what we write,Sometimes to fill a void.
Sometimes out of need,
Sometimes our heart bleeds.
Something stirs inside,
Sometimes like a single seed.
Steadily growing so slowly,
Before picking up speed.
I have to confess,
All of the above is me.
Than again here's the rub;
To some I may appear simple,
I write what I write out of love.
Not as some may think of me,
Because of my love of symmetry.
Or for my love of reading poetry,
You may find this a little trite.
I love to share and read poetry,
That myself and others write.
Writing has given me another life.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 146 times
Written on 2022-04-30 at 00:08
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