What Is A Poet?
A poet is a drift of air
You feel their cool presence
But never truly see deep interior
A poet knows the darkness but lets not a shadow in the woods give them definition
They fight fear with a fine weapon of ink and light years worth of verbal strength
That which grows within the soul
A poet rests quietly, listens and understands
A poet can be anybody
We paint the world with so many colors, soon we have a painting with a soul of millions of frames
You may ask, what does it take to be a poet?
Well honestly, it takes as simple as an expression of ink
You yourself could be a poet for all you know
You just have to look within and see what great wonders lie in the shadows of your mind
You feel their cool presence
But never truly see deep interior
A poet knows the darkness but lets not a shadow in the woods give them definition
They fight fear with a fine weapon of ink and light years worth of verbal strength
That which grows within the soul
A poet rests quietly, listens and understands
A poet can be anybody
We paint the world with so many colors, soon we have a painting with a soul of millions of frames
You may ask, what does it take to be a poet?
Well honestly, it takes as simple as an expression of ink
You yourself could be a poet for all you know
You just have to look within and see what great wonders lie in the shadows of your mind