My Special Poet Poetry Contest
This poem is not about any particular poet "all are special". No matter if I don't place. I had chosen a poet once for a contest, It didn't feel right afterwards, too many I like as well.
Ambition in its prime dwells within over time —poet My special poet… is one who gets their point across without agendas or alliterations of a bitter boss No need for perfect literates who sip on bitters and pound out heartless ink to other bulls*itters A black heart smells rotted and oldened by experience with ordinary nothingness to relay for instance Webbed tough with matured matted material used over again, makes not a special poet’s verses imperial My special poet… does not grope for interpretation of what’s in the soul Or use blackened words of mystery that serve to cajole Or spits floundering anxiety pending Nor is in one’s own tight confining skin Nor a swollen head enabled by encouragement, rigid and giving nothing back Nor do they look askance from their egocentric self, Outspoken words that hurt, sensitivity they lack My special poet… is one who gets the truth out reporting issues of division and about undecided poets who need to explore not to shun away from what dangers implore Expresses what’s needed to say words you trust along the way, to make what’s important aware for those with no voice and in despair We’re all a part of it, the crime and border God is good, He wants you to know justice’s order My special poet… a girly-girl of a soft disposition natured still rides along within, now matured I have too much respect for poets to call out bitter versed ones, we know it’s not going to change anything or anyone We are who we are bar none Understanding the universe that comes first Time is of the essence not disparaging the worst When making a split discission when it’s obvious surrealism, there is no more discussing what is special, sincere, sealed woe IT'S me My special poet… is not better just unique It's not a prowess poet that I seek It’s nice when real poet's genius peak Cannot hit the ball out of the park every time Yet it all maybe rendered sublime We cannot alter our voices This covers all poets of our choices You’ll find poets who well articulate though meanings may particulate Every poet is special to somebody and have one thing in common including ME
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