Words

. Words are the poet's manna
    without them he cannot survive
           to paint a Shangri-La expressing Nirvana
                'tis the sweet substance which keeps him alive

 

These words are locked within his soul
     stored inside his poet's heart
               brought to surface by mind control
                                their beauty to you he must impart

 

Like fine strung pearls woven in poetic verse
        his words speak love and the nature of many truths
           without these valued gems 'tis the poet who is cursed
                              his sanctuary of treasured thoughts; his roots

 

Words to him; more precious than silver or gold
          for a poet must always write
                   to profess his beauty in words to unfold
                                  burning midnight oil ; his one true light

 

 

No! a poet does not seek fortune nor fame
     he merely wants to share with you his gentle soul
                and 'tis a sad poet who cannot pen this flame
                              and give the gift of words to guide the world 

Reviews

[Adrian K. Smith]

It is quite rare, to be honest, that I come across what I could only describe as a rancid review. This is a beautiful piece, and I can only believe that the beauty of it - the very nature of what it expresses - could have been cause for such a barbarous handful of meaningless words offered in a review.

Even in the darkest of poems, as this or that poet dwells upon the morose and their particular malaise; there is often a glimmer of some small spark which would offer some guiding light to those who are open to it.

The particulars of this piece, strike forth both in a determined manner and yet with a soft flow that carries one along mirroring the ideals of the piece. Yes, I enjoyed this piece. No, I don't quite understand FA's review...

[Lydia]

This poem is beautifully penned and flows like the smoothest of rivers. Great write, I enjoyed it a lot :)

[John Morris]

This is an excellent poem.

A poet is cursed because a poet writes the truth,

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without these valued gems 'tis the poet who is cursed
his sanctuary of treasured thoughts; his roots
this is a great write..when i get writer block, i feeled cursed..i like this alot

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Fantastic Write

[Alaska Frost]

This is a beautiful poem and so deep and passionate! I always love reading your poems.
And I don't agree with Fallen Angel either. FA didn't understand it, but that definitely does not mean that these words are meaningless. They're FULL of meaning. Perhaps FA was just overwhelmed by the intensity and beauty of it, as I'm restating the previous reviewer. I was completely immersed while reading this. It was a pleasure to read.
Thanks for entering my contest and good luck!
-Alaska

[Fallen Angel]

I don't quite understand. The words are just a jumble of meaningless words to me. Perhaps you should think about what you're trying to say, and maybe make that message clearer.