Poets can never get to die.
I know that poets never die
because their works remain in time
and the books immortalize them
in a memory of delicate line
that sometimes crosses eternity
where inspiration is fine.
The poets can abandon life,
but their poems remain there
in the soul of each town
where they rode on their pegasus
sometimes aimlessly up and down.
Poets live in the tender hearts
and from there they will never ever leave
and as the years go by, the firmness
will make them live.
Poets belonging to ancient times
endure in the new almanacs,
and it is a reality that is felt every day,
because poets never die
for they are like light from a perennial ray.
For that reason is that when they leave
of the earth in material form
their bodies depart, but what they were
they always will be, by the work of God.
Powerful poem dedicated to poets. I'm glad you are also a poets.. This are lovely words.. The works of a poet remain till infinity even when these poets die..
Thanks, David, poet life is a dream, a reaality and verse.
You are so right... We just have to keep living the life of a poet..
This has a deep meaning. Ironically, they never die.
To the lame man they die but their work never die.
Their work can never die which equates to them living forever and forever.
Thank you for this piece
You have well spoken and it's true that poet can't die because it is life itself. It lives with men within the mind and is expressed by action or write up and words.
I hope that the legacies left by poets will be treasured by the future generations.
That's why I like to write, to leave a legacy to the world so that many generations can continue reading our writings.