Hello, poetry;
Into thine eyes I ne’r hath gazed,
Yet tales of awe to me are raised
Of glor’ous minds and rich essay
That rise above the ‘net’s dismay.
So let me join thy hallowed ranks,
And I will sing my grateful thanks
With works of art that raise thy creed;
You won’t regret your present deed.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
Hello, poetry;
Into thine eyes I ne’r hath gazed,
Yet tales of awe to me are raised
Of glor’ous minds and rich essay
That rise above the ‘net’s dismay.
So let me join thy hallowed ranks,
And I will sing my grateful thanks
With works of art that raise thy creed;
You won’t regret your present deed.
I worked too hard on my entry poem to keep it between whoever reviewed it and me.