What makes you a Poet?
And why do you care?
If there are no flowers,
Just Lies, everywhere.
What makes you a Poet?
And why do you sigh?
No one really cares.
If you live or you die
What makes you a Poet?
You always ask 'Why'?
The Earth is not Heaven,
And Lonely, we cry.
this poem is actually pretty deep. I was deep at 18 I think, then realized the second stanza and quit. simple but lovely write, take care, Lyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, what makes you a poet is that you can take the seemingly simple and make it profound. Great job from a great poet.