I like these ideas and they fill me with pleasure-
My words like lances, striking this earthly tether,
And transcending common thought, engaging the forever.
For you see, what gives me the pleasure out of poetry,
Is knowing someone has read it, and has experienced me-
They now know my thoughts, what I choose to pen.
A carefully constructed facade, in a truthful, youthful blend;
Open hearts given a start will break apart into words of art,
And all these beautiful things, will end.
However, the end doesn't mean that there won't be a beginning,
There's no falsehood in wonder, questioning isn't sinning.
Poets are the explorers, the builders with words,
They explore the condition, through adjectives and verbs-
They give chase to the worlds flights of fancy,
They are the ones who dream of romancing.
But.... why are we so often, not heard?
A response to the poem Poets by Nikki Bizee!