The Gulf

The Gulf short poem

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To the twinkling star, so far away.

I cannot reach as I pray!
For safety in your present state,

Amongst a land of hate!
Tears glaze my eyes,I reminisce our growing up.

Denial fills my mind,

I refuse to believe.
There isn’t a war,You’re coming back home.

I’m powerless,We’ve only half-grown.
The years are yet to come Scotty.

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The Arts have always inspired me. I began exploring the art of writing poetry at 9 years old. It became one of my passions because it allowed me to express myself and respond to my inner promptings in a positive way. I found that as with any art form there are no right or wrong ways of creating. This is the beauty of art...there are no limitations. The only requirement is that the poet be courageous enough to release his inhibitions and follow his heart and imagination. Along my path in life, I have discovered that writing poetry is , at its most, a truly liberating experience that not only reveals the nature surrounding us, but in reflecting the inner life of mankind.
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A very beautiful and heart wrenching poem about love, loss and waiting for the one we love!


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