Painting words


I'm writing poems to pass the time
and thinking of words to make them rhyme
Because writing can do what others may doubt
It gives us joy, helps us get the words out
That "us" is other poets, masters of the art
But we need help too, we need to know where to start
So we learn by other poets, the artists who paint with words
Their words ever so poetic, like the sweet song of the birds
So we learn by imitation, the noblest of kind
And a good audience we seek, and the words we try to find
These writers are true artists
The ones hard to see
The ones who we should strive to be
That's just the shakespearean me

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