Poet Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

A poet see beyond the ordinary,
A poet knows nothing,
But feels all things;
A poet enjoy in suffering,
A poet is healthy in sickness,
A poet is free in slavery;
In captivity, a poet is freer than a bird.

The sunshine heat on most
And in cool shade they seek,
But the poet sits,
But the poet stands,
Enjoying the heat of the shining sun,
For it is a source of inspiration,
A mighty muse for the poet.

The rainfall cold blood,
And in warm shade they seek,
But the poet dance,
But the poet sings,
Enjoying the coldness of the rain,
A mighty muse for the poet.

Where all runs and hides away
From mighty wind of winter,
The poet flies in it heart,
It fills the muse of the poet
And the poet writes.

Where all fears dangers,
Poet embrace danger,
And get muse to write,

The poet love the night,
He love the day,
He sees beauty in ugly;
He sees brightness in darkness,
The poet is not a man,
The poet is a poet.

The words are his,
The world is wrapped in poet's word,
Poets are much,
But poet is rear to find;
I am a poet, I am happy to be.