As for me, my poems come mostly from heart
others I read here are like a fart
Some smell and some don't
some loud some squeekers
even some sneakers...
BUTT,
why give a poem way too much head?
Stay at home, stay in bed!
let go of head
move into heart
enjoy the flow
right from the start
Who cares if they are all
rough and torn
as long as they have heart
you'll be reborn
even for a moment...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart is everything, you are so right A poet's heart should always be able To put up a good right fight.