Shabby sparse hairs on the head,
Chapped chided lips on the face,
You don't look like you're well fed,
But still, you are strong to amaze.
They called you lean, sick.
Yes, maybe you look weak,
But, your mind's a burning wick,
Nothing else should you seek.
The way you play with words,
The way you treat them good,
The way you rhyme all verse,
Making sure the tone is understood.
Hey poet! Aren't all of it a fervor?
A mind full of words to impress,
Hey, tall young man in the mirror,
You can't be loved any less.
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Huge thank you hugs to all of you who say through "Void of Morsels" that had most of my poems as a budding poet. Stay tuned for book #2.
Might take more time for another book, the cover is under process.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
