I see you late night pen in hand
Those thoughts that persist
Those no one understands
You think maybe if I write them down
Recite them like I mean it
They'll take me at face value
For what I am
A poet
A genius
To all those who write
There is a simple joy
Only a few of us know it
Cause really
Who would pretend to be a poet?
A poet is a tormented soul
Our words are wind
Away we go
Flying to new heights
Wrong'n all these rights
Ah...Such a perilous task
Stay'n awake
Unable to shake
New concepts to write
In case you ever wonder
I see you over yonder
Throwing away rough drafts
Crossing out lines
Becoming one with the world
Free'n a thousand minds
With exquisite prose
Only the cultured could digest
Keep writing
The best is yet to come
Your words rise up like the sun
-And-
Never fall upon deaf ears
Put your emotions to the paper
Show the true love there
In the words
Of a poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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It is indeed a wonderful poem devoted to poets and their accomplishments far from the material world. Thank you, my dear friend. There is certain depth in your poetry and elegance in your style. I quote: Put your emotions to the paper / Show the true love there / In the words Of a poet