Tales of The Poets
Authors and writers, poets of all;
We are a group of scribers
You can see down our halls.
On documents, on paper,
In books that we read.
Writing our words;
As if no one is watching
Choosing our letters
Writing poems: Oh, so touching!
Scribers we are;
We bring it with style
Sit down, relax
Read for a while.
Writing of words;
Turning them into songs we do
The writers we are to be
Rings deep in our veins, blue.
Seeking: searching;
For the right words to be said
For the writers to be writing
On fine paper, be them read.
The lessons we'll read;
Through the experiences of others
Giving this writing gift
All notions of worth that it covers.
Writing in poetry:
Of our demons, we must face
Or about traumatizing events
That unfolds, not to retrace.
The writings of other poems;
Of families and friends
Maybe it's about a past love
That we're writing, making amends!
For the writers, we are:
We bring it, too, with grace
But I'll end this poetry:
Maybe you will find its bookcase?
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