When Poets Bleed

When poets bleed they fill their quills

And write their words in red

The letters scream each time they're made

In the hope of being read

The page becomes a sounding board

A mirror to the soul

A reflection meant to bring them peace

To comfort or console

They choose their words so carefully

Not wasting a drop of blood

Writing words that lift them up

As tears begin to flood

They'll write with true conviction

Each time they start to weep

They write sometimes to clear their minds

Before they get to sleep

When poets bleed a word is born

Trying to appease their need

Shining a light to the whole wide world

And all who want to read

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

I believe this, beautiful words etched in RED - blood from squeezing the pen from pent up emotion that doesn't want to come out when we want it to. When they are expounded, our words scream from the blood, sweat and tears that went into them. No word is taken for granted by a poet. I love poets and I love the words I have been blessed to share with others. We are artists and your poem conveys this.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend......Whisk

[Ariel Olivia]

"They write sometimes to clear their minds Before they get to sleep"

is my favorite part, I completely relate. I love this one as well, you're such a good writer, I really enjoy your style.

[Sami Khalil]

I love the title. And this :
When poets bleed , a word is born .
Excellent write.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I agree. A sort of "soul blood" in every word.


and in comment on 4th stanza - sometimes I have to write to clear my mind and LET me get some sleep :)

[Whiskurz]

Yes! the wisdom of Whisk. Lovely. Loved the rhyme scheme, and somehow your winks, and humor.

E.L.

[Whiskurz]

Thanks E.L. ........Whisk

[Renée]

Lovely Whisk! You make this look so easy..and I know it's not...and yet when it flows it is..

[Whiskurz]

Thank you RJM......Whisk

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Wow simply amazing!

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend......Whisk