These are my kind..

A poem about poets

These are my kind

^{They string cheap beads into rosaries,}

^{They make obscenities into poetry,}

^{They incline themselves}

^{to the stratosphere,}

^{They dissect dialect,}

^{They love like angels,}

^{they cause commotions}

^{with emotions,}

^{They weld pens as swards,}

^{they cut deep and reap rewards,}

^{They freeze time and mix fire with ice,}

^{They dare speak of paradise.}

^{These are my kind .}

 

Author's Note

have at it..

Reviews

[Doctor JKC]

Thank you!
And we speak of anything we want to of course.
Poetry does not make you friends.
Rather people who become wary.
Unless they are true folk.

Excellent piece!,
Jack

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

the second line is my favorite,
great imagery, ---mishel

[bluessadmood]

Oh that and more ,poets are that and more..magicians,they touch everything turning it to gold
Obscenities will look like a sweet poetry,they fly high and love like angels
They cuase chaos with every emotions..words stronger than swords
It cuts deep and injure hard where its called..they freeze time or make it run like mad
they turn fire into ice ,heavens into hell..they dare speak everything,nothing spared
They are a special breed..special kind
lovely write..