At our Poem Hunter home,
Where some friendships are born.
We all seem to get along,
Perhaps, a microcosms
Of What the World should be,
Better human beings thru Poetry,
Like one big human family,
United, thru Poetry.
At our Poem Hunter home,
Where some friendships are born.
We all seem to get along,
Perhaps, a microcosms
Of What the World should be,
Better human beings thru Poetry,
Like one big human family,
United, thru Poetry.
No greater rewardFor a poet,Than to be read,And a few words said,More welcomeThan Golden Thread.Thank you!
Not a friend in the World,Not a cloud in my sky,Time to say, GoodbyeAnd not pretendIt was a happy ride.Nothing goes to Nothing,We don’t even knowWhy, we liveOr sometimes,Even,Cry.
Out of ‘Paradise’,The same ‘old habits’,The same old vice,Let’s just face it,We are not nice.
Can stand almost anything,Except, if it’s fake.
The Future, uncertain,The World, a black curtain.
By Poetry’sDescriptive and emotional tide.How with some versesCan be born,A lifelong linkBetween,Poet and ReaderWhere feelings run deep and wide,Where no feelings, can the poet hide.Amazing Poetry!All should always be,At your miraculous side,Not even Time can kill,The love you will,Your all embracing tide.