My Poetry Page
My First and Last Sonnet
Poet and Love
When poet writes about love without knowing its pain.
Not knowing why or what the next day
will bring. Or what he'll lose or even gain,
By simply walking home, and hearing people say
to others, that love is not what he wrote in his book.
Instead of dreaming, he'll wonder late at night
How great it would be to know or to take a look
At other people minds, without a fright
of changing. He'd see someone climbing up the hill
And reaching something that is as far as furthest star.
The person would be using all his skill.
Because it's more important then a car
Thus dreaming, poet realized why people love.