The Poet Tells Beautiful Lies

THE POET TELLS BEAUTIFUL LIES
By PoeticMeditations

The poet tells beautiful lies,
Paints the world in vivid colors,
Of reality oft’ belies,
Composes songs quite dolorous.
Of charmed images spins and weaves,
Never for accolade or wealth,
But for the sake of the soul’s health.
Offers glimpses of what could be,
Of endless possibilities.

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About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century.
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3 Responses to The Poet Tells Beautiful Lies

  1. johncoyote says:

    Old wise saying. Never fall in love with a Poet. He loved love, the road and the words. Forever love is just myth and tale for them. When a writer or poet loved you. You will live forever in their words. I enjoyed your poem.

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