by P.T. Brooks

A poet lives and lives again
The life that dreamers dream
Immortality isn’t far
It’s just beyond this scene
He will leave this world sure
And move on to the next
But as he goes
He leaves behind
His self inside his text
His days were seemingly numbered
But overcome by written word
Always to be remembered
As he is always heard
And so the story is told
Of a poet died long ago
But everything we didn’t see
He’s here to let us know
His body buried
His pen collecting dust
But a poet will never die
He lives in all of us


Posted on 01/03/2007
Copyright © 2020 P.T. Brooks

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 01/05/07 at 12:46 AM

Very well done. I see life as a series of encounters with people including ourselves. If our poetry lives on, it extends this series of encounters and who knows what the impact might be.

Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/05/07 at 09:49 PM

Hi PT, Great write. What a lovely tribute to all poets. I also agree with the others too. Thanks. :)

Posted by Roger J Kenyon on 04/18/11 at 02:35 PM

One fine poem P.T.Brooks andI believe also very true.

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