A Poet's Words

A poet's words are on his sleeve

Found mostly in the night

An emotion stirred will often weave

The words he needs to write

Some by rhyme others by prose

Whatever the poet's choice

He writes the emotion he has chose

Giving his words a voice

Some are deep inside his heart

While others are on his face

The poet tries to perfect his art

With the scars that he'll erase

His poem is written to free his soul

And make him feel complete

He'll write the words that must console

And stave off his defeat

He finds the emotion that holds him tight

Then writes his own release

He chooses his words and continues to write

Until he finds some peace

Reviews

[AWickedMoon]

You have a beautiful way with words.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you for your kind words.....Whisk

[Whiskurz]

Thank you for your kind words......Whisk

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poem good
but why all the same?
good poems - but always same