KID McAshri

Poet Tells (Poeta Si Racconta) - Poem by KID McAshri

I punch,
I type,
I write and send
my word,
the word unspoken.
I'm not a talker.
Nota bene,

I call,
I yearn,
I desire more espressos!

I shout,
I whisper,
I sing a song.
It's the voiceless song.
I'm not a speaker.
Nota bene,

Don't you listen.

Comments about Poet Tells (Poeta Si Racconta) by KID McAshri

  • (5/3/2010 10:03:00 AM)

    i kinda write better than i talk....i can get my point across better in poetry...

    this poem...i loves it! !
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  • (1/1/2010 6:16:00 PM)

    I can relate. I write because i don't want to talk. Very nice, i was touch! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 24, 2009

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