Tara’s Poet-tree
30 May 2025
“Seeds of Lyrics start to grow and show their beauty in Tara’s Poet-tree”
“Here a glance in advance what the next Blog entrys will be”
English Poems from A-Z
German Poems from A-Z
Poetry for events
Der-Reim (Deutsch, Englischer Reim/ German English rhyme)
Who am I? Was bin ich?
AI vs TI / KI. K.O
Poetry Songs
A taste bite of what my Poetry means to me:
Tara Lyrics
Looking at my rhymes consisting of certain schemes, I am devastated by my crimes,
lost my sparking dimes my poetry once had, making me all sad, I mean the poems are not bad, however they are so different from the start, missing my own art style, haven’t had it for a while, searching the web for my kind of lyrics, the others sticking to a scheme according to my empirics, all acting like a machine, no room for mistakes, but I know what it takes, giving the World of Poetry headaches, they can’t resist the twist and turn of the verses, talent is the gist, pushing myself into the spotlight an act I have to risk, risking to be laughed at from Shakespeares and Schillers grave, have to be brave, I am not your slave anymore, craving your popularity, have to pave my own way out of the cave, jumping on to the next wave, depraved by my self, riding to where ever the wave drops me off, having that wired nasty cough, getting hold of my own self-esteem, knowing the World of Words and I are a good team, something to lean on, when all other energy is gone, like a heart that never stops beating all day long, twenty four hours the verses keep sprawling like flowers on field, darling we have an all time shield. A talent that revealed its self, starting off like a rocket, just give me any topic and I will unlock it with the help of my poetry pocket. Don’t lock this piece of writing away waiting for the right day to hang it up on display, even though this has no patent, I do not have to fight like a combatant, stating that this is mine, because I am holding the dime in my heart in every cell of my body, I am not sloppy, I have a copy of this, but please don’t miss out on posting this again and again, this all comes out of Tara Dierck’s brain, hoping to start a chain reaction, her poetry being the next big attraction, leading to her to satisfaction, please post, so I am no ghost anymore and maybe there is a lot more to learn from the ones I do adore learning from Shakespeare and Schiller, so much to learn, God I love that burn of Poetry firing up inside of me, for me a home to return to.