Where I Want To Be ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

As I sit here writing this Daylight slowly changing to twilight I feel myself smiling and I say to myself “This is where I want to be” My life has been a challenge Over these last few months Surgeries and days of pain Have worn me to the core My poetry has helped me Get... Continue Reading →

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A Poet’s Emptiness ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

A Poet is a writer An Artist A Philosopher He spends time writing Reading Imagining Searching for words Or a single word It sounds so easy So relaxing It is not It is a constant search Filled with decisions Stress, feelings of inadequacy He works hard To make his poetry rhythmical And when he finishes... Continue Reading →

This Is My Passion ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Poetry The art of beauty with words Artistic writing That stirs a reader's imagination Or emotions I am a Poet I write to express my feelings The stirrings in my heart Become words in my poems The after of my life Becomes the present of my poetry My words express the ice and fire That... Continue Reading →

Poetry Today ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

“...don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers. Don't be dull and boring and pretentious. Don't be consumed with self-love. The libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. Don't add to that. Don't do it.” So You Want To Be A Writer ~ Charles Bukowski The... Continue Reading →

Such A Simple Thing ~ By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Poetry is such a simple thing, unless you are concerned with form, vocabulary, punctuation, grammar, etc. My poems are simple. Just my thoughts expressed with words, words that I use in everyday conversation. I try to avoid words I never use. I've been submitting more of my poetry lately. So far, with the exception of... Continue Reading →

Before Dawn ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

In the magical hours before dawn He writes Crafting his words Arranging them Forming sentences Creating images Crossing them all out Starting over Until he is satisfied Even then he makes changes Wanting it to be the best It can be And then he lets it sit Undisturbed Until the magical hours Before another dawn... Continue Reading →

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