The Poet We, as poets tend to be, A special breed it seems, Who earnestly believe that, Our written word redeems, Some of us are prophets, Filled with wisdom and with soothe, Some of us are liars, Who speak not a word of truth, Many of us are filled with ourselves, Arrogant and pompous, Egocentric wannabes, A crown of pride upon us, A poet overconfident, Who thinks their shit dont stink, Other laugh behind their back, Their peers just politely nod and wink, As poets we should each reflect, On what we want to say, With deeper meaning between the lines, Is what we should convey, Some of us are timid, Shy and insecure, A kind word of encouragement, Will go far, I am sure, So fellow poets I plead with you, Be mindful of your place, Because a poet thats not humble, Is a poet whose disgraced.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 16:21:48 +0000
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