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A writer is born
He sat in his chair with pen and paper,
Writing his heart on the sheet,
Giving every word the emotions he had,
Just to make the world suffer his defeat.
The words were lively and warmed many hearts,
Just like a fresh cup of coffee on a Sunday Evening,
When you read it silently to yourself,
You will feel exactly what he's feeling.
Pirates and war fill the page,
As he tries to put you into adventure,
He brings comedy to you everytime,
You hear about his grandma, and her set of dentures.
Can you see the world i9n his eyes,
If you could yyou would understand,
Why it is he chooses to write,
While holding a helpless childs hand.
Caring for the world, seeing what is wrong,
Trying to bring it peace,
Standing in gront of a bullet that races,
Just so violence will cease.
He's not a perfect man but he tries,
To do what he can for others,
So if you ever need anything,
Just call him, or call his mother.
This is a story of a man I know,
Cause his heart lives inside of me,
It was the spirit that blessed his soul,
And now this soul is Tommy.
Great poem. Having such a desire to write is wonderful. I used to be the same way, but unfortunately, I've lost that and it's my fault. Never lose that passion to write! You're great, remember that.
~*~ Jill ~*~
Very nice of you to share your feelings about writing... Thank you...
I really liked this poem. I can feel your desire for writing. I understand the feeling well for it also lives in my soul.
Hi there Tommy.... i am beginning to like your poetry.....your style of writing with its ABCB sense of rhymes goes well with me - i write in this way many times too.Smilesz. This is a very personal poem, filled with insights about the poet in u. I am glad to have read it, Tommy...U weave your writer's thoughts so well into this gem of a work. Thoroughly enjoyable~!
Hey Tom, I like this one! Way to go! I enjoyed what you put down on paper!!