We, poets, write the words
of the heart's deepest desires;
from love and loss,
our darkest corners,
or lighting social fires
We, poets, create armies
with the power of our verse
our words are legion
for they are many,
armed against the worst
We, poets, are an arsenal
of life experiences and pain
young or old,
brave and bold,
truth spilling on the page
We, poets, are a cataclysm
fighting through soft ignorance
bringing an end
to hollow hatreds
and sad indifference
We, poets, write swords in ink,
write shields in lead,
paint hope in rhymes,
and love with words,
creating to the end
We, poets, practice art of war
with every piece we write
gather words of wisdom
for we poets will not go
quietly into the long goodnight
I gave up on poetry for a long time. I loved it as a child and when I joined the Army, it wasn't cool. I received harsh criticism from my peers that I was just wasting my time. One of the proudest moments of my life was having a poem published at the age of 10. I will continue to write and write about the hard lessons I've learned. I'll write about every injustice I see and the failings of the human spirit that have affected me. Please, don't give up on your craft. Write the words you feel at the moment and share your love, and pain, and life, and sorrows with us. And never turn your back on a fellow artist. Love you guys!