The Spoken Word is wisdom heard.
I knew a poet undeterred,
chose sounds profound or twists of rhyme,
whipped the words that could change time.
A bard who lets you see these things
that shouldn't be, pulling heart strings,
telling tall tales of lore and love,
calling on powers from up above.
This poet then would wield that quill
which makes readers switch their will.
Praises pour in as the buckets fill
from others whose worn words stand still.
There is but one major missing,
heard it like a serpent's hissing,
ever lurking, preys on the mind -
it was wisdom, one could not find!
So the poems the poet wrote
were full of flow, music and note;
they lacked just that single thing -
only a great poet can bring!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem