Poet's Secret
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Let me whisper to you a secret about what it means to be a poet.

Poet's Secret

by Profe Steve

May I whisper to you a secret? Come closer now and listen well.

May I whisper to you a secret? Come closer now and listen well. You feel want to be a poet Well, I have for you a tale to tell.

A poem is not a thing you write, It is a cold, dark place you live.

A poem is not a thing you write, It is a cold, dark place you live. You want your words to be airy and bright, For you have inside a gift to give.

You wish to wear a halo of stars As you pen deep thoughts of wonder,

You wish to wear a halo of stars As you pen deep thoughts of wonder, Instead they're born from emotional wars That rip and tear and sunder.

You howling tear apart your chest And watch your lifeblood pulse and flow,

You howling tear apart your chest And watch your lifeblood pulse and flow, As you weary set out upon the quest Buffeted by life’s harsh blow.

You’ll be alone, always apart, For no one else can understand

You’ll be alone, always apart, For no one else can understand The throbbing ecstasy in your art, Born upon the wind-swept strand.

But never stop, just face your fears, Your trembling, tender wings unfurl.

But never stop, just face your fears, Your trembling, tender wings unfurl. And write on even through your tears, It is your way to touch the world.

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