Positively Poetic – Volume 3

Positively Poetic   Volume 3 poetry books

Positively Poetic Vol 3

The Pen And The Page

If a picture paints a thousand words
Then where does that leave me
A pen for a brush and ink as my paint
And the words are what you all see

If the pen is mightier than the sword ​
Then a warrior I must be
With a cutting remark and sarcasm bold
​​A shield of prose for me.

– Darren Scanlon

The first volume of the Positively Poetic Series. A collection of poems to suit all tastes. Covering a wide range of subjects and emotions including dark and thought provoking to tear-jerker’s and even light-hearted and romantic pieces. Truly a poem for all occasions!

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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