The Vivid Grove

The Vivid Grove

A Poem by The Seeker of Thoughts
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An imaginary place born from the words that poets sing.

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Alone with thoughts.
Reality stops.
Endless trees in a vivid grove,
Galactic flowers in a humble trove.
Waterfalls pouring into warm summer springs,
All around are words poets sing.
In the grove sits a vivid meadow.
Beautifully tranquil, it whispers hello.
A book on a table carved of stone.
Within all words known.
Sitting for ages,
Flipping through pages,
Looking for inspiration,
Forgetting all isolation.
On ink pages words held in place
Weaved into history. No escape.
The book left existence
Spreading its words with persistence.
Words that subject kings,
For these are words poets sing.

© 2017 The Seeker of Thoughts


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The Seeker of Thoughts
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An interesting rhyme and rhythmic pattern.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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I am like you. I am an architect of thoughts. I am no lesser and no greater than any of you. I want to read all that people write. For even the shortest of writings can provoke thoughts. Let us all wr.. more..

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