It seems that poets have to scream,
they have to give their words.
Its the safest way for them to dream,
otherwise it hurts.
If you could see the ink they bleed,
that flows from fingertips.
The words that live inside their hearts,
that exit out their lips.
Only whispers in a song,
until written down on paper.
Permanent when viewed with eyes,
if spoken only vapor.
The poem is the reason,
that we learn or A, B, C's.
If there were no poems,
would we really want to read?
Very good poem. A true statement on writing I think in general.. I read quite alot. Poetry is probly what I don't read enough of. I am working now on rereading some of my favorites. Anyway very well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful portrayal of the essence of poetry and the intricacies of the poet's art, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing.