Mind of a Poet
Why are we driven,
To write verse that is given,
Somehow in our minds,
We always find,
A way to express,
The feelings that are pressed,
Upon us everyday,
In every way?
Some are bad,
And some are sad,
Some are great,
And some are fate.
We look for the meaning,
In the matter of being.
kkirkwood commented on Mind of a Poet
10-21-2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Feelings | 4 | 08/26/2009 |
| Nature Doodle | 5 | 08/26/2009 |
| Self | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| Mind of a Poet | 1 | 08/26/2009 |
| I Love to Dance | 4 | 07/10/2009 |
| Lonely Boy | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
| Disillusion | 7 | 04/17/2009 |
| Anticipation | 9 | 03/31/2009 |
| Friday Night With the Girls | 6 | 03/27/2009 |
| Just a Dream | 2 | 03/27/2009 |
| Hot and Bothered | 12 | 03/26/2009 |
| Daughters | 6 | 03/26/2009 |
| Someone to Care | 1 | 03/26/2009 |
| Pain in Body and Soul | 6 | 03/26/2009 |
| Out in the Woods | 3 | 03/25/2009 |
| Rainy Day | 5 | 03/18/2009 |
| Tropical Paradise | 4 | 03/18/2009 |
| Spring Again | 3 | 03/17/2009 |
| Spring | 3 | 03/17/2009 |
| Where Are You? | 6 | 03/03/2009 |
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