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?