Open Poetry #1 |
Words of the Great |
~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Those words have been said by those that are dead, that bring them a new kind of living. Sonnets stay in hearts and rosy lips part. The meaning of love is then giving. Shakespeare, Baudelaire, though not quite a pair, Both did journey their ways to my soul. One leaves me speechless, the other breathless, and to write such as them is my goal. Need not I say more of poets galore, for methinks that you do understand. Words live on and on in the hearts that are strong, in the indifferent and in the damned. Their words on-living, and always giving, Great writers before our modern times, live on inside us to make love strong, thus, They show of themselves inside our rhymes. ©1999 Erin Solari ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Well now, I didn't think you could sleep without writing another. This is an amazing tribute, dearheart. As I said, writer's block be damned. ------------------ Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings? DreamEvil© |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Thank you kindly sir... hehehe But I wrote this weeks ago and forgot about it... still couldn't sleep though... ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
well said! |
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