It seems we poets need defining,
as every poem needs refining,
we refine the finer art,
with stories taken from the heart,
we give our hearts a voice to speak,
but slowly crumble to critique,
we stand up stronger, better yet,
the things once said, we won’t forget,
the words they used were fuelled by hate,
which gives us reason to debate,
what we are
and who are we?
why do we write
The thoughts of a poet can never be fully explained but every poet has their own story to tell. That’s the beauty of poetry.
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