The Poet In Me Poem by Anashree Nash

Words flow so eloquently;
Like a tranquil flowing stream,
The nimble choice of your words;
Put together, to explain how I feel.

I cannot say I am a writer;
Who is also eloquent with words,
I rather be called a poet;
My emotions as free as the birds.

There are some who have the mastery:
To manipulate the choice of words,
And deliver a speech of splendour;
That fascinates the whole world.

But its not intelligence;
Or the mastery or splendour,
It's my heart and soul within a poem;
A poet in me I surrender.

A writer would write;
What is in their thoughts,
But a poet would write;
What's within their heart.

Whilst the writer;
Writes the lines of a story,
A poet writes;
The lines of a life.

A poet it is, a poet I am;
Reflecting my lessons,
Sharing my message;
In a poem from me to you.

An art no different;
From the great Michael Angelo;
Where words are the paint;
And life, my muse.

I cannot say I am a writer;
Who is also eloquent with words,
I rather be called a poet;
My emotions as free as the birds.