Poetic History

Anticipation precedes the prize

Splendor warrants the wait

A marriage made through Heaven's eyes

There's no such thing as fate

The poets of old reap their reward

Through the pages in history

Left behind by their own accord

For poets like you and me

Who will be the next master poet

To leave their words behind

Whoever it is may never know it

Unless life treats them kind

There will never be another Poe,

Dickinson, Frost or Keats

But somewhere someone's words will show

That another poet competes

The more we write the more we learn

These words are always true

Just keep on writing and you may earn

A place in history too

Reviews

[Heather Clayton]

I enjoyed this poem. I really like the last few line, and yes we all hope to earn a place in history :O) Well written.

[Monica]

This is a great write! So true, we all write what is in our hearts,minds, souls...learning how to convey ourselves through prose and hoping that others will understand. You speak of the Greats, they can never be replaced...only honored. Great job!

wow so nicely written. i can feel the depth, love the mention of the authors. nicely done.