Where have all the poets gone the wordsmiths of this generation,  the fearless men and women once held in admiration

Lost to all eternity their anguish and their pain no love lorn tales or primal whails​ ,will be heard again

The romantics and the realist,all die a silent death
Lost to all eternity,amid the modern quest

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Perhaps the emotions too are lost that inspired these greats, the teenage angst , the broken heart, that life cut short by fate.

The hour is late ,and sleep but a dream the pen I hold my only means ,to cleanse my soul and find my inner peace

The delicate daffodils pushing up the sand, as the buds on the trees pry loose winter's hand

The air seems much lighter the days a bit  brighter

Everyone has a spring in their step a smile on their face, as the warm air pushes in the cold to replace

But the happy faces and joy of the season leave me depressed ,now without you there is no reason

No thoughts of the summer and the days on the beach ,all now a memory so far out of reach.

The warm west wind lays the ocean down ,inland brightly colored leaves litter the ground.

I stand alone on the cool dark beach the pods of bait just out of reach .I quietly walk my night time beat looking for a bass thats ready to eat.

I live for these days ,when the autumn takes hold ,a brief respite before the cold .

For twenty year I've danced this dance ,searching for the the alignment of preparation and chance.

Time well spent is all I will say call out sick and seize the day.

If you fall in love with a poet lucky you will be .
Regaled by love sonets and old English words like thou and whilst and thee

But be for warned of the darker side that few will ever see
The angst and anger that fuels the minds of poets such as me

I once had a love a beautiful love a  young
blonde  girl was she
She read all my writing and supported  and  encouraged me

But then it occurred the times I had to write to get these demons  out of me .no time to talk can't you understand just leave me to be me

And alas as time went past the young lady soon left me
A poets love is a different thing for almost whole are we

I need only a muse a comforter ,someone who prompts the  inspiration in me
Yes if you fall in love with a poet lucky I will be

Stars of night with no regard left alone with broken hearts

They cried for the sun for which they longed ,but Theirs was the night, to the moon they belong

The sun longed for the stars and the cool night air surely, he belonged there .

The moon told the sun tonight we shall see at dusk you rise instead of me

The sun was so happy it rose at dusk waiting for the beloved stars to show up

The sun shone bright that October night ,but not a star was seen because of its light

The sun with great sadness soon realized that it had to go, the night was the moon's, that was something even the tides know

The following night as the stars began to rise the sun waved to them as he went by

With great sadness he knew he had to let them go ,back to the moon so they would show
Bright in the night so we might know the beauty of the stars he loved so.

Leave no road untraveled ,no sea unsailed ,follow your heart through life and you will prevail.

My breathing stopped when you entered the room

My heart sank with longing an a feeling of doom

Time seemed to stop, I'd seen you before. You felt it too

In another life ,you knew it was true,I will forever wonder

Did you see through me ,like I saw through you