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A Simple Word For a Great Mind, Poet

Poets maybe extravagant Not of money but with words In a minute they can say thousands word flagrant But nobody can just understand their world For poets speak of humour, of pun, and others in instant With so much, no one can see what their mind wore To them words are just words and no more With meanings which is hidden or obvious Poets may be drastic, filled with horror, cool, or more with their talents in store But who knows what they go through and why their mind is torn Poets say words and words and structures morphemes in thousands multiple turns They praise, disgrace, say and frame and do many more worse

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Vladislav Raven

Date: 2/6/2016 9:59:00 AM

Hi my friend, Yes, as you say, no one knows what goes through a poets mind. The words sing and all kinds of emotions fill the air. Some share their lives in words, others take people away from the reality of their lives. Your poem does say it all really my friend. Another well written piece from your golden pen. A seven from me my friend.

White Sage
Date: 2/6/2016 1:12:00 PM

thanks dear Vladislav, am glad you came by, really appreciate that

Rob Bettridge

Date: 1/23/2016 3:27:00 AM

An introspective analysis of Poetic Word Junkies that most of us on here would put their hands up and say "Yep, That's me" and becoming a Poet should have a Mental Health warning attached to it as there is a very fine line between Creative Genius and Madness. I enjoyed this. Rob.

White Sage
Date: 2/6/2016 12:52:00 PM

yeah, there indeed is a difference between creativity and madness, thanks Rob, i appreciate your comment

John Fleming

Date: 1/1/2016 2:50:00 PM

Ahhh yes...The poet! I sometimes wonder if to be a poet is not indeed a great curse! Why is one driven to write? Who knows! My regards, White Sage. :) john

White Sage
Date: 1/1/2016 3:56:00 PM

being a poet is so great, they are the only ones that find solace in words, look through the world like its glass, and tear imaginations like paper, nonetheless inspirations....thanks for coming by John

Skat A

Date: 1/1/2016 12:08:00 PM

WHITE, pleasure to read :) HAVE YOURSELF A HAPPY January 1st. ...... SKAT

White Sage
Date: 1/1/2016 2:32:00 PM

thanks Skat, same to you

Jan Allison

Date: 12/31/2015 5:17:00 PM

I especially love 'But who knows what they go through and why their mind is torn' No one knows what is going on in our lives - i can write humour at a drop of a hat even when my dad was terminally ill - I have to go with the flow of my pen but NO ONE truly knows what is going on in my world except me. Great poems Shehu:-) hugs Jan xx

White Sage
Date: 12/31/2015 5:20:00 PM

thanks Jan....HNY