What Poets Hear

A poet will hear a sad song

As the rain falls on the tin

They write the tears that no one hears

In the places pain has been

A poet will hear a whisper

In the early morning breeze

They write the call of the coming Fall

As it's talking to the trees

A poet will hear a love song

In the waves that caress the sand

They write the kiss that most will miss

Or maybe don't understand

A poet will hear a teardrop

As it's falling down your cheek

They write the sound when a tear is found

For its voice is much too weak

A poet will hear most anything

That others may not hear

From the very start they listen with their heart

And this makes it loud and clear

Reviews

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Very nice poem, Whiskurz.
Beautiful sentiments, tender observations, and well crafted poetry.
Thanks for sharing.

[Annabelle Lee]

wow. I read it aloud and i have never heard my voice sound so magical. the words are to blame, im afraid. good write

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.......Whisk

[Pi Cee]

A beautiful piece.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.......Whisk