A Poem by Tate Morgan

Their smiles define mans beauty; More than life could ever say.


Read of a simple man's work

one of meter and of rhyme

Whose tired footsteps echo

down the corridors of time


A torrid tale of longing

left by walks in thought and pain

Written for your reverence

not for authors only gain


For I'm a humble poet

of no specialty nor skill

Who sees the distant longing

of the child upon the hill


With days of constant labor

and long nights devoid of ease

I've seen the tops of mountains

Where the gods play as they please


Through haze and smoke deliver

my pen light upon the page

Records the music playing

from every day and age


To watch the gentle snowflake

alight soft on a child’s tongue

Releasing awe and wonder

of innocence in the young


While we the aged wonder

of moments no one could tell

Given no more to dreaming

our thoughts of where we last fell


For time is but an echo

of our loves felt, known and lost

Memories of our lives past

which were paid at such a cost


Let fly your soul immortal

stop to watch your children play

Their smiles define man's beauty

more than life could ever say



© 2020 Tate Morgan

Author's Note

Tate Morgan
When we dream is it not the playful longings of the child upon the hill? Do those dreams not define our life's search and desires?

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Oh God Mr Tate..i was so honored to review this masterpiece..
I would not expect nothing less from know as i read it
I was like on a stage and you asked me to read it out loud
how exquisitely lovely it will come..i swear ..i felt it like a sypmphony
each group of words sounded like they were so high in pitch and then it got low
how you dessicate life and time ,how you humble yourself..God you were made for poetry
those tired footsteps down the lane of time telling tales of pain and ache and tired bones
its a constant labor and long and lonely nights still i stood on top of mountains where God used to play
my words though so hazed they would light a hundred miles from here to eternity and yet more
time only told how love was felt and lost ,lives lived and passed and just at what cost
what loveliness..great symphony from beginning to end..true master poet you are my friend
lovely write..

Posted 11 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Excellent flow! Excellent content! Just AWESOME writing...

Posted 11 Years Ago

That was very beautiful, in fact, one of the best i've seen. Nicely done.

Posted 11 Years Ago

You are a very talented person, I should say.
I truly enjoyed reading this.

Posted 11 Years Ago

It's a brilliant piece, as always. You inspire me to be that consistent in the quality of what I write.

Posted 11 Years Ago

what can i say? after reading this work of art, i'm left speechless. truly amazing. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

This one is my favs from you Mr. Tate,
you have out-done yourself in this fine work.
the simplest of life's pleasures can well be found in the laughter of children,
the scent of a rose on fingertips,or the warmth of a sunset as it fades into night,
and even the darkest of clouds will have that silver lining...
if only we would take time to stop,if only for a minute,to enjoy the beauty,
giggle at the humor,and sniff at each flower we pass by every day.

Well Done my friend,Well Done...LonelySoul

Posted 11 Years Ago

Beautiful; is all I can say.

Posted 11 Years Ago

This was amazing. Rhythm and flow were flawless, rhyming was amazing. Inspirational as well. I loved it.

Posted 11 Years Ago

It was amazing. I'm not sure there's anything else to say besides that. Magnificent!

Posted 11 Years Ago


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105 Reviews
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Added on November 22, 2009
Last Updated on October 22, 2020
Tags: poetry, Life, Sad, adventure, mystery, pain, poem, romance, story, death, fantasy, fiction, heart, love
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Tate Morgan

Marion , OH

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