When Poets Cry

When people cry they feel relief

Their pain is washed away

Tears may comfort the sting of grief

Or a feeling of dismay

A poet's tears are different indeed

For they form into a word

An ever growing poetic seed

A feeling that can't be heard

The paper becomes the poet's sleeve

As they wipe their tears away

Their words will form an intricate weave

Deciding what they'll say

Each teardrop has a life of its own

As it trickles down their cheek

It stains the paper, their seeds are sown

Their tears begin to speak

So listen close when poets cry

Though it barely makes a sound

You'll hear a soft and tender sigh

When all their words are found

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Great poem Bro.

[Calibaster]

that was truly amazing! I love it!

[Enid Blake]

I think this is truly brilliant, I love how you describe the poetic process here. And so true! :)

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Excellent.
~pat

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.....Whisk

[victoria]

tis true, fantastic, tears words waiting to be written and read, you capture it with an eloquence so beautiful.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you again my friend.....Whisk

[Destinyxi]

This is beautiful. Into my library it goes! I agree, I find writers are much more.. special? Than those who don't write. Maybe I'm bias =/

Great poem :)

[Whiskurz]

Thank you........Whisk

[Melody]

:O is this why I can't cry no matter how much it's needed? Lol. Great poem. :)

[afra]

awww sad but beautiful ....love it

[Whiskurz]

Thank you afra.......Whisk

[Harley (arbiter)]

Caught my attention on the feed. This was awesome! Great and true work. Nicely done

[Whiskurz]

Thank you......Whisk