Inspiration for poems can come from anywhere. A thought, an image, a word, feelings or an emotion. Nature often inspires poets.
Words
They free themselves as we go along
And as we create them
They become our heart's song;
To create the poems that carry
A message of portion told
Of our solar road in action time,
Or face and fruit the load.
The poems of love go freely
And wilt the hearts of men
To seek the roads of women to bait
Their hooks to seek a friend:
But wisdom says the poems go free
To select the roads that carry
The first-light of mind
and feel the road,
To see it in our dreams.
The poems that carry a fortune of life
Go creating the many action-times
And they carry the hold of their heavy loads
And will free every boast of the mind.
The mind is set among stories told ago
And will free all lifts or not
But poems give our hearts
The roads to see simple
Package to carry no soot.
With the road a rhythm to carry a forth
And fifth stanza through the many tears,
We begin the road ahead as a way to seek dread
And feel the mind tell stories as a way
To carry the poem to end and feel the dead or friend;
But without the road to go it tells no story.
As a friend or foe, we see in the words that carry our tee
And our homes of mind will free them if it's worth
The sign of life as a way; or the single caress of fray.
A poem might mean something to someone
And carry the thoughts that mean truth;
But feelings in poems go further than that
As they carry all love in their heart.
The poem that carries freedom
Is the poem that carries a heart
To see our first-light carry
And then give wisdom the rate
Of the mind that gives us freedom
As the signs above and below
To seek only love and send it above
The poems that give sessions of snow.
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