. IF I WERE A POET
The
First stanza
would be a
magnatic attic captivating
Elegant architects of
iridescence
Vividly
propelling pupils to edges
Of the schleras
Compelling pens to pages
of new eras
IF I WERE A POET
The
Second
Stanza would
Mirror Zues's
spear slicing through
tears drowning in clouds
striking fields of pens
Egniting the
capsules of
Variegated
Lands
IF I WERE A POET
The
Last stanza
would sail summers
tame winters bathe in
springs of autumn praise
deeds of the monarchs
reigning over raining
rainbows nurturing the
clouds planting wings on
the ground giving free will
to plants to seed the sky
with warmth and love
of nature's heart.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
. IF I WERE A POET
The
First stanza
would be a
magnatic attic captivating
Elegant architects of
iridescence
Vividly
propelling pupils to edges
Of the schleras
Compelling pens to pages
of new eras
IF I WERE A POET
The
Second
Stanza would
Mirror Zues's
spear slicing through
tears drowning in clouds
striking fields of pens
Egniting the
capsules of
Variegated
Lands
IF I WERE A POET
The
Last stanza
would sail summers
tame winters bathe in
springs of autumn praise
deeds of the monarchs
reigning over raining
rainbows nurturing the
clouds planting wings on
the ground giving free will
to plants to seed the sky
with warmth and love
of nature's heart.
Hello poets
I haven't written in a while hope I'm not rusty
