For presenting invited guest poet's poems..

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

THE POET
--- by Danielle

Quietly across a desk sits The Poet
The thoughts race through his mind
The trees will stir, the valley glistens
The Poet has stories for any who'll listen

In a troublesome world rests The Poet
Life keeps moving forward in an accelerated pace
New lives are created while others shall end
The Poet's heart must repeatedly mend

One constant is the work coming forth from The Poet
He knows his audience depends on his verse
His writing provides a path from his soul
The Poet continues to reach for his goal

What seeketh he, my good friend The Poet
Why must he keep on through heartache and sorrow
It's best not to ask, answers won't be forthcoming
The Poet must keep writing to aid in the numbing

From the pen of a -- VERY YOUNG AND TALENTED NEW POETESS.. --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Depression
----- Charlie Smith

Unending darkness floods the skies
alone in dreams my heart must weep
no words are spoken or even cried
such silence lives where shadows sleep

My pleas just echo off the stillness
my tears find no comfort as they fall
my hope stands as a martyred witness
I pin no exit from this pall

Turn your head and spare no time
leave greater credence to lesser thoughts
take what is said in this poor rhyme
add to your bed of forget-me-nots

Think only of what should have been
No lesser loss, this mortal sin.

Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2017

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MY GOOD FRIEND, CHARLIE NAILS THIS ONE. --Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/upon..._sonnet_981329

Upon Writing This Sonnet

To write this poem my head takes on a role
Akin to those of an actor unfold,
Whilst mind and hand in unison doth stroll
Along stringent directions to uphold.
My muse able to call on devotion
A belief in the power of one’s heart,
As the ink flows creates the emotion
Within the labyrinth of this fine art.
Where choice words of common sense I do weave
To ring in one’s head the understanding,
Yet to wear my child’s mind on this my sleeve
There marks the chart of my safe landing.
While some words are clothed in mighty glory
Others in rags enhance the whole story.

© Harry J Horsman 2017

December 31 2017
Entered into contest, your best sonnet
Oct 1-Dec 31 2017
Sponsor John Hamilton.

A truly exceptional sonnet written by my friend. His fine poetry always passes the test.--Tyr