She Colors My World – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

She colors my world Without even trying She makes me feel Like I matter There is a stillness in her That draws me in Opening my mind To the endless possibilities That are hidden inside my heart As those words are put to paper She smiles once again And I understand Who and what she... Continue Reading →

Advertisements

Not Tonight – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

I stepped into the elevator Pushed the Up button and the doors closed But it descended slowly into darkness As the doors slowly opened My demons were waiting “We've missed you”, they moaned I sighed and again pushed the Up button The doors closed and I smiled Saying to myself, “Not tonight Not tonight” ~The... Continue Reading →

The Poetic Beat – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

There is poetry in a drum solo The rhythm and the meter are solid If you listen closely you can hear it Each tap of a drumstick creates a tone Always different, yet always the same Krupa knew it, Bonzo knew it Buddy Rich knew it Neil Peart knows it Drums can be tuned A... Continue Reading →

A Warrior’s Poem – Poetry By Walt Page On Vita Brevis

I am again honored and humbled that my poem, A Warrior's Poem, was published this morning on Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine! My thanks and gratitude once again to Brian Geiger, Editor of Vita Brevis, for finding my work worthy of inclusion. (Photo courtesy of Brian Geiger) Via A Warrior's Poem - Poetry By Walt Page... Continue Reading →

In The Wind – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

I often think about it The power of the wind How it can change From a gentle breeze To damaging gusts So many unanswered questions Do they really call the wind Mariah? Should we ride like the wind? Who is the wind beneath our wings? Where does the dust in the wind come from? Why... Continue Reading →

Voices… A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

So many voices haunting him Pushing him back against the cliffs Along the shore of his lies Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide His legs too weak To climb the cliffs The ocean currents Would pull him under So he leans back The rocky walls Cutting into his back And he waits For his poet... Continue Reading →

A WordPress.com Website.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: