Blue-eyed Bolla
Blue-eyed Bolla
May 23, 2023

Raw Rhymes

Let all your raw rhymes
flow free as a stream.
In good and bad times,
like gold dust they'll gleam.

Your poems, like prayers,
send straight from your heart.
Then you and your cares
will peacefully part.

Your valuable verse
is treasure - dig deep!
Those lines that you nurse
I want you to weep.

Sow stanzas like seed
and one day you'll reap.
From heart they made bleed
all sorrow will seep!

About This Poem

Last Few Words: my poor little rhymes

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Buxton, Derbyshire., GBR

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Seren

1 year 11 months ago

Not poor at all, its quite sadly beautiful,

I absolutely love the last two lines.

It's lovely to read you again.

Kind regards

Jayne