Poems
 
Poems are merely mirrors,
Of poets’ inner soul,
The thoughts and dreams the authors had,
As they reach for their goal.
 
Poems are like songs that are sung,
A reaching out to all,
Sometimes even painful,
Like sound of dove’s sad call.
 
A play on words they want to share,
With deepest thoughts reflected..
A sharing of their carefree times,
And even love rejected.
 
Words flung out for all the world,
To read and understand,
That poems are written from the soul,
With thoughts to guide ones’ hand.
 
Much like seeds in fertile ground,
Both happy or forlorn,
Spring forth and grow with each new verse,
Until a poem is born. 
 
©  2003  Loree (Mason) O’Neil
 

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