April 7th: My Top Five

5 poets I admire.

William Shakespeare

Robert Frost

Grandpa Calm

V. Walker

Quilli

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Poetry is conflicting to describe with words,

Either dark,

Stormy,

Warm,

Cozy,

Lovely,

An ambiguous of sorts.

I am reminded by a cup of coffee,

Followed by a trail of two roads,

Destined to be with a lover I wish to find,

Written by an ending so cold.

In reality, this love will not leave my soul.

I reminisce of the forest I have planted in the past,

Full of souls who read, but do not judge.

It makes me smile to see the souls who watered my mind,

When all was lost.

Sometimes a writer needs to be found,

Words inspiring the branches of my town.

Reading them feels a dream that is real,

A bittersweet fruit of emotion.

Even in death, they never settle their pen torwards the ground,

Their souls writing in the living,

Melodies of stories playing aloud.

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