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Passion 4 Poetry
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Welcome one and all to the wonderful world of poetry!
My name is Graham Kemp and im the man behind this site, I myself am a poet and love nothing more than reading other peoples work and gaining new styles in writing!
Basically this site is here purely for you, the public, to share your work with myself and other fellow poets and maybe get recognised and have works published like myself! So put your reading glasses on and enter the world that is poetry!!!
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A man made death:
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Through meadows lush, and once of peace,
in fear for life, he flee's the beast.
Now the hunted, he dare not stay,
on wings of hope, he flies away.
A swarm of death, on horses ride,
the scent of blood, the trophy prized.
Scouts of the evil lead the way,
a hundred strong, one weak their prey.
The seasons heat, his stamina drains,
he runs no more, but hides in vain.
A sigh of defeat, his body cries,
lonely tears fall through soulful eyes.
His fate in legions, hundreds wide,
approach his situe from every side.
And with a blast, from blood red coats,
to God he goes, whilst evil gloats.
A death unjust, to gain sense of power,
God help those beast, in their final hour!
G.Kemp 2002
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