I wrote this sonnet on Monday 2:30 am. I was so drowsy, but I completed it regardless. I wanted this to be a true (10 syllubles per line) sonnet but I need more patients.
I am a poet My language is poetry Never have I claimed to be any thing else. A poet of wealth? I have not yet claimed my stance in the world. I guess I have a way about me and noticeable Gait I distribute my vibes I try not to be Overbearing but understanding I Want to introduce myself as caring. Please, spare me if I don't invite inquiry a privacy keeper MAJOR MASTER reaper. DO YOU KNOW ME? Yet I am just a poet Although I do intrude with CAVALIER ATTITUDE I have been known to brave the Flames shift and change the game's the same Do you know me now? At times I am hurrying along walking In the rain unnoticed I am a poet, from poetry land I live on Poetic street hungry and obscure Do you know me more?
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