I need a poem
That will lift me up
Way up to the sky
Chocolates won't do it
Cookies can't compete
Feed my stomach
With food
But my heart
With your poems

Tell me this
Do you think you can take
All that I am
When I’m awake

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)