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 Jul 2015 Anya
Joshua Adam
You're a Poet, but you don't just write poems, you're so much more
gifted with the power of perception, knowing how to make hearts soar
compelled to share your heart's impressions, both the good and the bad
taking the beautiful and lyrical, making them happy, and sometimes sad

You're a Poet, writing poetry, sharing imagination with a flowing creativity
wanting to bring people close, ever watchful to avoid unwanted negativity
coming from the Greek word poietes, poet, which means maker or to make
allows us to appreciate each other as poets, life's all about the give and take

You're a Poet, loving the world and the people in it, wanting to see the truth
knowing your limitations and flaws, always open to introspection and proof
self driven from a powerful force within, and needing to share your thoughts
you tailor words just so, keeping your objectivity intact, as your poetry talks

You're a Poet, unlike the rich and wealthy, your treasure will never be stolen
a power to create, using the simplest of tools, even with a measured semi-colon
you have a venue for sharing and caring, you warm the feelings of those around
drawing people into your inner world, giving them words with a beautiful sound

You’re all Poets, all having the power, and making the difference to someone dear
never stop giving of yourselves, because so many find direction in what you share
so to all of you calling yourself poet, my friendship and admiration for you is clear
honorably spreading messages of hope, by disseminating poetry to those that care
This is a short poem dedicated to all of my fellow poets on this site. We know who and what you are.
 Jul 2015 Anya
The Last Wordsmith
I write a thousands stupid words because I don't know what else to do,
and I write them sitting here, pretending I'm not thinking about you.
Pretending I'm not thinking about your eyes that I totally don't miss,
nor thinking about how good it was, that last so desperate kiss.
Nor all those times we spent just laughing in your room,
because I refuse to sink back into depression's cold dark tomb.

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