The Poet's Sun

My work here is done
So must set the poet's sun
Tis true that glory fades
And what's mortal will soon pass
But the writer's work lives on through Gideons printed page

Poetry's Moon

Poetry's red moon has waxed
Brighten poets thought for eons
But now my moon is on the wane
How many phases it has entered
An uncountable as the grains of hope in our heart
But now a dark shadow has passed
Between the lunar planet and my pen
Eclipsing inspirations beam
Oh light, why do you refuse to shine on for me?

Poetry's Road

The dust of poetry's road
Thick upon my feet
Numerous mile posts reveal a journey of verse
Every traveler needs to rest
One last hill of weary thought
Then we come to an inn

Writers Sun

Inspiration has run dry
There's nothing left to say
That hasn't already been said
The writers sun has set
Pencils left to collect dust
Till the dawn of another day