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Marks of a true poet
A poet’s tears come out in words,
Bitterly disdained.
The blood from their internal words,
Is ink upon the page.
A poet’s life is in the art,
The picture they do paint,
With words; so others might take part,
In something they create.
A poet’s joy is found within,
When their words bring people hope.
A chance that they may start again,
Knowing they are not alone.
Finally a poet is,
Who they want to be!
See, everything they really are,
Is in their poetry!
A true poet does not create a piece,
To take another’s part,
They do not write to take in greed,
But instead to give their heart.
Written Lindsey Woodbury
3/19/14
A poet’s tears come out in words,
Bitterly disdained.
The blood from their internal words,
Is ink upon the page.
A poet’s life is in the art,
The picture they do paint,
With words; so others might take part,
In something they create.
A poet’s joy is found within,
When their words bring people hope.
A chance that they may start again,
Knowing they are not alone.
Finally a poet is,
Who they want to be!
See, everything they really are,
Is in their poetry!
A true poet does not create a piece,
To take another’s part,
They do not write to take in greed,
But instead to give their heart.
Written Lindsey Woodbury
3/19/14