The pages waits silently

For the pen to caress it's soul

The pen and ink sit to one side

Expecting to be bold

One cannot work without the other

If the poet is not at hand

The blankness of the page

Seems so barren and so bare



We mourn their loss

Weeping with broken heart

And bleeding souls

As we read the legacy left behind

To be remembered and revered

Of the words that they penned and brought to life


Laughter, Joy and sadness all rolled up in one

We honor those that have left this realm

We pay homage to their work

They are the poets that live on throughout the coming years

And live here within our hearts

As we pay homage to our peers

Poets who speak from the heart