I am a poet because I have seen
past future and present and over all being
afflictions frustrations and memories lost
in merciful moments the joy of love tossed
Ask me to poem and I'll give you my heart
I promise to tell you from end back to start
entice you to join me in fingertip tales
by sketching soul's ships and then launch them in gales
When sun kisses mountains my lips quiver thus
when ocean heaves tidal I feel passion's rush
when stars shimmer night time my moon reflects sun
and in early twitter I join in fresh fun
I am also poet because I may dream
of movement's slight slip in the gold of love's gleam
and even when words cannot find their soft rhymes
I still have the cobalt of eyes' secret chimes
But mostly I'm poet because I was dreamt
by Poet of sacred and wonder all meant
sensations and spirit and soul's willful want
to translate the moment to Eternal chant
Author notes
Well ... you said HONEST Grin
In a list
A contest entry
- what makes you a poet? by Lute.
5200 points, ended January 1, 69 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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the sun, moon and ocean move us in different ways...such is to a poet...mood swings to a moment, touched present or in the recolections of time...we write what is felt or thought...and i see you like to call yourself poet...and we see you as such... even by those of us who think we are not poets
mal
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Were it not for the dreaming, we dream
what songs could we sing in the dark
lost to the morning, the sky,
were it not for the dreaming, what magic
would sing with the meadows, the lark,
warm us with sun every evening,
shine through each star, every hearth.
Were it not for the daydream or light
so much would be lost to the night.
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This is one of the most beautiful poems I have read ...
on poetry and the Poetic Soul, which is whole, and in all of us ... to tap from.
You make me cry with joy ... I have no words to say what your words instigate in my soul. Please post this. It cries its smile in gentle outpour of life-giving quench. In beautiful truth.
Thank you, Love.
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Wow. I think this is an amazing piece ofpoetry and the rhyme flows really well. There are so many reasons for someone to become a poet and I think you did great putting them in. Wonderful job!!
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Words matter little when juxtaposed time
Love has no meaning without rhythm and rhyme
The dreams of dreamer are all it would seem
To become a child of the Father, the Poet Supreme
Excellent work M'Lady
Best wishes in the contest
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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I have no words to express the beauty of this poem, I leave a rose instead
good luck in contest.
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You have always written so honestly and from your heart, it's what makes you unique. Love, C
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This, "I am also poet because I can dream
of movement's light slip in the gold of love's beam
and even when words cannot find their soft rhymes
I still have the cobalt of eyes' secret chimes" is such a beautiful passage. The rythm is perfect, it sounds so pleasing out loud, and the imagery is vivid. Wonderful write!
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excellent~
As always your poetry is superb
Sorry I haven't been by sooner..will try to catch up soon I have been in the hospital...the chemo did me in week before last and just got home this past week...
Beautiful words you have pennned here....
Best of luck in the contest..this is a winner in my book
I have up some new ones too would love for you to drop by
Have missed you dear heart
Hugs
Susan~~~
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This is wonderful! It made me smile for two reasons: You are a poet because God gave you this wonderful gift and secondly I love poems that you write when they open the door to the beautiful you inside. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥
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this is lovely. Love, Lane
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