I Am a PoetA Poem by Wanda Vergara-YatesA poem about writing poetry.Words
are not a rhyme, Not a
poem. not a song, Not
wisdom. My
thoughts are the waters That
drench the land of my soul. My words
flow, swim, trickle. And
evolve through the rain. They
sprinkle, drizzle, And
freeze in my head or On my tongue. I rhyme,
I meter, I beat my drum. I verse,
I limerick; I sonnet. Let us
haiku through rivers To
uncharted lands of ideas Unstored,
untraveled, unsung. Explore
the lands of forgotten days. Fire up
your warriors for battle. Bring
tears to the eyes of your lonely, And
kisses to the lips of lovers. Let your
tongue twisters alliterate" Obliterate
the sensible languages of professors And make
the games of children. Words
feed the cultures of the masses. They
strike the heartstrings in a few. Without
them I would not survive But with
them I thrive abundantly, And pass them on to you. © 2020 Wanda Vergara-YatesAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorWanda Vergara-YatesFt Payne, ALAbout"She ain't right, she ain't!" That is what they said. Did they want normal? A setting? Normal load. That is what they want. I'm not normal. I'm extraordinary. And that is okay. I know it is. Th.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|