A poet live to search for forgotten truth
in the darkest cobwebbed corners.

A poet breathes every single breath
knowing it could be his very last.

A poet speaks in color
like scarlet and sable and silver.

A poet's spirit lasts forever
lingering in his convictions.

A poet feels every wound acutely
the stings of society and self-inflicted cuts.

A poet is capable of healing
those he touches but never himself.

A poet bleeds through adjectives
like dreary and dark and dead and doomed.

A poet is both hated and revered
for he seperates the ugly truth from pretty lies.

A poet knows everything about too much
but not enough about so much more.

A poet prefers his own company
to those who pretend to care.

A poet cries in metaphor and personification,
his sky bleeding fat, clear drops.

A poet spills his heart
only to receive nothing in return.

A poet whispers defiance
to anyone subtle enough to notice.

A poet sharpens his wit and pen
as implements for battle.

A poet can describe the entirety of life
in the simplest of verse, like:

Life drowns and death smothers.
We're all caught somewhere in the middle,
gasping for air, struggling for breath,
screaming our poetry to the world.

awesome (((cy)))

........I believe all of us writers of one kind or another feel a bit like this........very good


~w~

Really really good!
Totally bearific!
(((Cy)))

And this world, will never fully lesten.
to the mere words and hearts of great people who glisten.
We stand alone, through our beauty of suttle tone.
No greater the spirit of mankind to project our speech.
To the smallest of human lifes form to reach.
WE STAND FOR OUR FREEDOM Of CIVIL RIGHTS TO "PREACH". lol

GREAT WRITE AND POEM Mr. Bear!!!

very well done cy

oh how ture those words are to speck,,
very well writen

yours is good to keep up the good work
im4u

beautiful as usual...



hugs to you also...CyP..

Steven

Poignant and lovely... you know you've written well when a piece hits home with a stranger.

Last but not least "A Poet no's only one thing, Being a Poet"

To you my friend after reading your words again I remember why I call you friend.



G

I felt like I was putting on a suit of armor, going into battle.

Good Work Cy!

Oh wow! (insert applauding icon here)

After reading that I feel like galloping off in chain mail armor and writing something really profound with a double-tipped feather quill.

Very inspirational Cy.

~~~

Oops!

I guess d4tc already said that huh?

The soul telleth, the poet..kisses