I am just a poet of peaceful means.

[keith]

Why have my dreams all drifted away to languish on the rocks of day

and why is my heaven not blazing a trail, so I will not eventually fail,

for disappointments strew my way, yet I never have too much to say

for I am just a poet of peaceful means, I write about delightful scenes,

from sunlit clouds to painted skies, no matter of the where’s or why’s

I poetry paint wherever I roam, on gold touched sea or whispering foam,

my poetry is more than light or shade, it paints whatever I have made

and sometimes when the fields grow green, it is a most enchanting scene.



Why is there faerie dust all around, a sparkling poem upon the ground

and why do I hear wings of peace, for the songs of angels never cease,

sometimes long ago in my darkest hours,I often felt my rainbow showers

cascading so gently from the sky, majestic colours from up on high,

and then moon fingers touch my head, for the moon and I are often wed

like starlit countences that glow, so lovely and such a poetic angels glow,

and each time I see their dancing shine, my poetry’s wonder will combine

then I will rest and write a poem, before I head off once more back home.



Why do I say whats not really there, the truth I have is beyond compare

for in a poem true love shines, to make me think more of what combines,

like gentle eyes and sunlit smile, and all you have that makes you beguile

despite the recent trials I’ve endured, within your love I’m reassured,

for I was only a deeply flawed rhyme, until I met you wrapped in time

and ever since my days glow warm, in every shape and in every form,

I can only say sorry for things in the past, and promise you truly our future will last, for living the truth of the matter is I am happy at last

[Sharon]

your words are magical in this write

[Jay]

Good rhyme scheme and a solid poem I enjoyed ⭐⭐