Poet’s Fear

Poets Fear short poem

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Trying to write a poem about fear,
The fear of a poet always feels near.
We write the words we feel we should,
But are our works really that good?
Will those around us appreciate our poem?
Or will we be told to go back home?
We look back at our words in shame,
Thinking we were just playing a game,
But you never know who needed your thought;
The hearts or souls your words would have caught.
For most words are not written in vain,
So write your poem and then proudly, your name.

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KS Kearns

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Writer, Poet, Artist. I am here for the chance of sharing my talents with people so they can enjoy my work. I have one book of poems, photography and paintings that is published, "Rambling Random Rhythms: A Book of Poems". I love being creative and I am excited to encourage others as well.
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Nikita Mehendiratta
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It’s a thoughtful poem. good one.

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