Poet


It's not words that make you a poet,
But that feeling inside your heart
That drives you to write your thoughts.

It's not publication that verifies you,
But an urge to record your soul,
That sensation that demands movement.

Not quality, quantity, commendation,
But a desire to fulfill the yearning
Calls your spirit to self-expression.

Write to your heart’s content,
paint, sing, craft, travel,
Because that calling is plenty enough.

Tea, coffee, water, alcohol,
The drink is irrelevant to art,
And only what you do matters.

It is nothing you create or consume,
Or that others think or choose to accept
That makes a soul deep and worthy.

If your body and mind crave meaning,
Whether inside you, written, or spoke,
Your poem is there for you, poet.

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An un-rhyming poem about poems, or interests in general. It's a pretty straight-forward message for a poem, but it is meant to be read in verses and the lines have more impact when they are taken one at a time.