Acrostic: The Poets Pub
©03-26-2020 Olan L. Smith
Tremors filter through my form, as the world discards
Hope, grasps eternity, and marks it as ours, in every fiber,
Even in these times of dread and hopelessness, it is so.
People come together in times of distress, for in
Our self-isolation we are challenged for life, or
Existence. Poets are words, stories, yet unspoken for
The world. We write for them, forever a
Species amid words or thoughts unrecorded.
Power has always lived in the quill, the pen,
Under our skin, and in our inner self―the
Brain works to create the world yet untold.
(This is written for the 5th anniversary of The Poets Pub)
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
