A poem on the worth of a poem and its creation.
Anyone can be artistic
A piece of my imagined script
Words and rhymes all but fit
In this chair is where I sit
Interpretations what I meant
Evolving time on this I spent
Certainly something I invent
Shall be rewarded for intent
Valued at a a single bronze cent
My poem is divinely different
Currently there are no comments related to "Divinely Different". You have a special honor to be the first commenter. Thanks!
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!
