The poets right now I know where they are
Some are busy thinking near yet so far
Some don’t talk just stare stare knowingly
For that way thoughts would come and flow endlessly
Some poets right now are cuddled by the window
Watching the rain bathe, everything by the row
As the petals and leaves drink up open-wide
The verses are coming here and there side by side
Some poets I know are seated in their nooks
As they rest leisurely all around are their books
They smile satisfied because they are in their haven
And their poems are shaping, could almost reach heaven
Some poets at this moment are busy sipping coffee
Enjoying the aroma as they start their story
Then the rhyme and the rhythm are forming right this time
And the images show that ain’t worth a dime
Some poets right now are talking to some poets
Exchanging critiques asking for reviews
They are humble enough to be told of their flaws
When their poems are perfect they’ll receive an applause
One poet I know is talking to himself
How hilarious it is I told him myself
He said he’s alone and he needs to be free
I know it, for sure, unexpressed poetry
But these poets, they are born
To be sometimes stubborn
Crazily genius full of wisdom and wit
They’ll continue to write anything they see fit.
A poet or not, I am myself highly elated by your tribute to the poets here and there. Some of your thoughts have rightly described me too.
wonderful thought- iI know one thing - A poet is reading a poem and humbly sharing his thoughts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice tribute to other members of PoemHunter! 10+ and I see one poet just watching the others far in the distance of her solitude
Thank you for your kind words