Read the Words

Read the Words short poem

Read the Words

Is it just me?

Or do people not stop to read?

A poem, sonnet or book,

Are all worth a patient look.

But with such busy lives,

We become like bees at our hives.

Coming and going, To-ing, and fro-ing.

Somehow we forget to do some growing.

For how much do we miss,

When we bypass readings bliss?

Think back on a tale told,

That, to you, were words of gold.

The stories that touched your heart.

The adventures you became a part.

So when words is all you see,

Please think of this, my plea.

Read them with an opened mind,

Because you’ll never know what you might find.

Enjoyment in a novel so long,

Or inspiration in a sonnet or song.

Encouraged decision from a basic poem,

Or learn wisdom from an old tale known.

So take heed in the words I say,

For, one day, words may show you the way.

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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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Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Neat poem in couplets. Very lovely.

Fernandes Josephine
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Thats a beautiful thought Kearns…Many of my poems have been published in Coffee table magazines in the USA…I too would like to share my talents…and encourage others to be aware of theirs. Keep writing, keep sharing.

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