Weldon Davis

Silver Star - 3,969 Points (8-16-80 / Fayetteville NC USA)

The Poet - Poem by Weldon Davis

I see you late night pen in hand
Those thoughts that persist
Those no one understands

You think maybe if I write them down
Recite them like I mean it
They'll take me at face value
For what I am
A poet
A genius

To all those who write
There is a simple joy
Only a few of us know it
Cause really
Who would pretend to be a poet?

A poet is a tormented soul
Our words are wind
Away we go
Flying to new heights
Wrong'n all these rights
Ah...Such a perilous task

Stay'n awake
Unable to shake
New concepts to write

In case you ever wonder
I see you over yonder
Throwing away rough drafts
Crossing out lines
Becoming one with the world
Free'n a thousand minds
With exquisite prose
Only the cultured could digest

Keep writing
The best is yet to come
Your words rise up like the sun
Never fall upon deaf ears

Put your emotions to the paper
Show the true love there
In the words
Of a poet

Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration, poet

Comments about The Poet by Weldon Davis

  • Rajnish Manga (1/10/2016 5:09:00 AM)

    It is indeed a wonderful poem devoted to poets and their accomplishments far from the material world. Thank you, my dear friend. There is certain depth in your poetry and elegance in your style. I quote: Put your emotions to the paper / Show the true love there / In the words
    Of a poet
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 10, 2016

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