White Sage Poet Free verse

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 February 6, 2016 at 9:59 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 February 6, 2016 at 1:12 PM thanks dear Vladislav, am glad you came by, really appreciate that

Rob Bettridge January 23, 2016 at 3:27 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 February 6, 2016 at 12:52 PM yeah, there indeed is a difference between creativity and madness, thanks Rob, i appreciate your comment

John Fleming January 1, 2016 at 2:50 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 January 1, 2016 at 3:56 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 January 1, 2016 at 12:08 PM WHITE, pleasure to read :) HAVE YOURSELF A HAPPY January 1st. ...... SKAT White Sage January 1, 2016 at 2:32 PM thanks Skat, same to you

Jan Allison December 31, 2015 at 5:17 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 December 31, 2015 at 5:20 PM thanks Jan....HNY