Every mans a poet,
for from their heart
flows, words that to;
lover, wife,child
brother or friend,
Words that sounds
like they are;
from god's lips ,
that  change the
greyest day to blue,
that inspires greatness.

These words
may be
mangled metaphors,
dodgy rhymes,
half remembered quotes
mixed with hard won wisdom
Or simple wrds spoken  
with excellent timing
that gives hope
to those
within earshot.

There are those
who excel at the artform
and write poem
after it poem,  
publish books
and become revered
as poets
and
there are those
who put the poetry
they write to  music
and become songwriters

But we mus also consider
That there ate those
who write
the beauty they hear
in their heads
on scraps and snippets
of paper
which they then  
hidden away
in a drawer
forgotten
and found
after
the writer's
demise
And there are those
who write in
the secret rooms
inside thiet head
on imaginary blackboards
that will never
be seen or heard.

And of course
there are those
who find a clan
of like minded people online
and write with the hope
of encouragement  
and gentle criticism.

We are all poets,  
no matter
if there is
one line of words
strung together
that makes
your soul
or the soul
of your loved one
sing

Or if your
output rivals that
of the greatest  
acknowledged
writers,
with commendations
and prizes galore..
Both are poets to me..