Ode To Poets Poem by kyvin Nash

These are my people
They come in different kinds
I love 'em too much
They share great minds
Out there in the fields
They lay down-bare their lives
Writing out feelings
Cultivating words
as they go about foraging
In broad daylight
Others in the midst of the night
Working hard-tireless
Exuberance of experience
They go on and on speaking
Their oeuvres to existence
I mean writing unbelievable reasoning
Words of evidence
Until they hit a wall
Untimely every now and then
This misfortune do occur
And when they do
It makes them feel bad, real bad
How could it be?
Just give them a comment
It will go a long way
Just give them a compliment
They'll be on their way
Nobody does it better than this people
These are my people