By Tryphena L Williams (c) 2010
Wordes, wordes, wordes me
I write the words, that sound in me
Pages, pages, there are to be
As endless words, seek to be free
It feels so strange, what’s happening to me
As all these poems, are being set free
I sit at home, here on my own
Within my thoughts, I do roam
With pen in hand, without a plan
I write as I feel, as if on demand
Poetry as it flows, through me
Life’s words a gift, to set free
I do not mind, for it is fun
To share my poems, with everyone
Wordes, wordes, wordes me
I accept my life, as it is to be
Life is a gift, God’s gift to me
To write the words, then let them be
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