Damnatio memoriae read or we dieA Poem by SorenOn this site reside, poets new others tried, feelings from people that write One is king with numbers read, Another in hymns to be sung not said A poem unread is a poem dead, read other's work your muse to incite A word unuttered kept inside is a poem that's died, a message never spread Plant your words in fertile soil, with ink your pen oil, stain of words that bleeds Spill words on the page, with your poems engage your readers From life and poets pick your seeds, discarding rocks and unwanted weeds Planted deep in fertile readers, they'll grow to tall cedars and future leaders
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