The Poet

Who's a poet?

The poet’s eye sees
the words formed in the mind
the pictures drawn on the hearts
the imperceptible frowns 
the sweet-painful smiles.

The poet’s ear hears
the silent whispers
the subtle tremor and shivers
the words left unsaid
the mute sighs, breath left hanging
and the heartbeats' thumping. 

The poet’s heart is a pond
flooded with intense passion
a shelter of graffiti of feelings
a sieve of misunderstood emotions 
drenched
stretched
bogged.

The poet’s pen captures
the normally unimaginable
the crudely incredible
the silent horror
the delicate terror 
the sweetly genuine and rare
the delicately fashioned beauty 

The poet is
insanely normal 
delicately abnormal
finely intuitive 
outrageously secretive 
openly repulsive
silently seductive. 
A poet,
is simply, a poet!

Author's Note

comments and criticisms welcome

Reviews

[Christy the Poetic Hear..]

I like the way you describe the poet and it looks like You're also describing yourself. And I like the conclusion:"A poet is simply a poet".
Good job!!!!!!!!!