Immortalises poems on Hello Poetry

Salvador Kent Jan 2021

you walk down the street
cold sharp rain hits your feet
a liquid drops from your face
is it a tear or is it the rain?
you're as cold as the rain that drops
from the old grey sky, dark grey, no light.
and staring at the rain you immortalise it.
oh immortal rain you say...
and the sky compliments you
with a drop of ice that hits your cheek...
a cold kiss as a reply. "yes i'm immortal"
it says, your poetry immortalises me...

John Edward Smallshaw Apr 2016

Point blank

She immortalises me in
pictures of
poetry
I live forever in
her times.

It was bitingly cold at the
fold of the day,
the sun was tucked up
for the night.

Shadows escaped from the
candle lit room and wandered
through corridors to find me,
locked in by the words of her
poetry.

Dr Peter Lim Nov 2018

FROM MY DIARY 54

To me, poetry is larger than nature as it is able to enter into the soul
of all creation--in its worship of the beautiful and the truthful, it transcends all things and phenomena, and becomes the universal speaking voice of man's loftiest feelings and thoughts. It outlives life and immortalises the human spirit. Poets die but not their poetry.

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